i'm not sure why, but there you go.
i think i might have done something terrible in a previous life to be condemned to wait tables in this one. or maybe i did something terrible in THIS life, which is actually true, and isn't really all that terrible- BE LAZY.
that was not the most eloquent sentence i have ever constructed.
anyway, the point is, waiting tables is balls. BALLS. but it pays better than working retail, has a super flexible schedule, and allows me to remain fat at a fraction of the cost my constant french-fry eating would otherwise incur.
the best part is that i don't even like french fries, excepting Chik-fil-a waffle fries. those things are goddamn magical.
that's right, bitch. those pants look like they're fitting a little too well, maybe you should EAT UNTIL YOU PUKE. mmmm.
ooh, i know, why don't you put some ranch dressing on there too?
Blue cheese! It adds bonus chunks!
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