Just Not The Same...

I went to Pb tonight. I went to Hooters in PB to be more accurate. Ladies, please hold your growns(heh, dirty). I was surprised at how many girls were there that weren't working. I was also surprised that most of said girls looked underage. Our server was Sunn. She's asian with a nice compact rack(that rhymes). I really felt like telling her about her makeup and this is how it would have gone:

Aaron: Baby, listen. You don't need so much makeup. You're a beautiful girl. And the eye-liner, why? I see where your eyes start and end. I am much to smart to be fooled by Maybeline.

Sunn:(silence)

Aaron: Baby, I'm sorry one of your tables walked out on the bill and you have to pay for it. I promise you my colleague, Butch, and I will not do the same. And we tip well, oh yes, we tip WELL. But that is no excuse for you to go on a makeup tyrade.

Sunn:(silence)

Aaron: Baby, please understand these things I have told you. The world is a cruel place. Baby, do I know it.

That's pretty much it. I'm still disappointed that Brenda and Glenda(twin Hooters girls) weren't there either. It was to be expected. There was a picture there of Glenda and there were no candles around it, so I can assume at least she has not died. It was still a form of a taunt to my eyes but se la vi.

One more thing, an hour wait for a pool table at Society is too long. What are we communists? We'll never be New Orleans, as I always say.

Like A Breath Of Fresh Air Mixed With Gasoline And Carne Asada

Well, well, well... Look what I found kiddies! A place to rant and rave about nothing and everything all at once. But don't for one second think that your ears will be missing out. I've got plenty of juice(heh, dirty) for all formats. Crack your knuckles now, folks. Seriously, do it. It feels good. Aww, come on, everybody's doin' it. Heh, dirty. -Aaron