Malcontent79
malcontent79
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“whom we all called Caramel Lady. ”
You know what? I love the balls on Cara Sloane to tell a BCO story about her own fuck-up. Just about every one of these is told from the waiter’s point of view, so I am always curious as to how customers would tell one of these (and what the exact hell was goin on in their cerebellums)...
“So, your table stopped me and asked what kind of fish they had was because they thought you were lying to them; I told them it was cod and they asked why we didn’t have real fish.”
Okay, I haven’t read through yet, but last week, I discussed writing up a “BCO In Jokes Primer”... and here it is. For all those who are new...
OH COME ON
“What’s homo milk? Is this milk from GAY COWS?!” he demands, utterly* seriously, even angrily.
The ingenious waitress’ name has been lost to history, but the Legend of The Waitress With The World’s Driest Sense Of Humor is still whispered to this very day.
The Reuben one reminded me of a story Terry Pratchett told. He said that one jet-lagged evening he accidently asked for Three Mile Island dressing for his salad. The waitress didn’t say a word, just brought him Thousand Island dressing and a bottle of hot sauce.
I just know that at some point before I die I'm going to see a package of hamburger with a warning label "Contains meat." and it's going to be because of one of these idiots.
This seriously just happened by pure chance:
I feel like we need to get the butter-boner together with the guy who fucked the bread dough. For science or something.
“just above the guy who dug a hole in a bag of butter and had his way with it before being caught in the act.”
For those people who don’t have an encyclopedic memory of BCO stories, here’s Dustin Hucks’ breadstick story.
Does it look like I know how your shit works? SURE. EVERYWHERE. I’LL JUST DO IT EVERWHERE.
Draw me like one of your French girls.
You are on a spectacular streak of being wrong about everything this week. It’s actually kind of impressive.
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