Well. No comments yesterday. I'm not suprised, as my twin can be... well..... rather disturbing.
Something awful happened to him when he was a kid. He's never told anyone.
Anyway, he called me this morning, to give me shit for the fun of it I guess. He found out what happened to me last night. A couple f years ago I got kicked out of a bar for attempting to continue a conversation I had had w/ a waitress. The waitress felt threatened, & the lesbian manager patronised her to be "helpful". Now don't get me wrong. Despite the fact that the Manager is a manager, as a person, I think she's all right.
But there IS a problem w/ her technique. It's easy to carried away (in a stretcher w/ an extra long-sleeved jacket that ties up in the back). & I noticed the problem last night, as well. One of the waitresses that had been flirting w/ me back then showed up. I was really glad to see her. After a little fucking around, I discovered that this Manager's technique HAD DRIVEN THE WAITRESS MAD. She, I hear, hasn't had a good date in all that time. Any stress or even fun sets her off the deep end, & the claws come out. Big. long nasty sharp claws & teeth.
So I got kind of upset, cuz this girl was cool, funny, smart, sassy, & a total babe. Now she's half insane.
"Somebody needs to change the mood of that place> It shouldn't even be open if this continues all the time," I'd said to my brother.
"Fuck that!" my he said. "Punch the bitch in the fuckin' face! Better yet, take a gun & blow her fucking face off! & Fuck that stupid nicey nice shit!! INFEST THE FUCKIN" PLACE, & if that doesn't work, BLOW IT OFF THE FUCKIN' FACE OF THE EARTH!!!
Nice.
Anyway, I think some girl might like me. YAY!!! She might just be flirting though. I'll know when I get there.
A bunch of us hung around Harvard Square, talking about sore balls jealousy, (AKA Psychic abortion), and pink ribbons.
So, we care about stuff.
WANNA SEE MY TITS?
Addendum
P.S. I am too a dirty old man.
Something awful happened to him when he was a kid. He's never told anyone.
Anyway, he called me this morning, to give me shit for the fun of it I guess. He found out what happened to me last night. A couple f years ago I got kicked out of a bar for attempting to continue a conversation I had had w/ a waitress. The waitress felt threatened, & the lesbian manager patronised her to be "helpful". Now don't get me wrong. Despite the fact that the Manager is a manager, as a person, I think she's all right.
But there IS a problem w/ her technique. It's easy to carried away (in a stretcher w/ an extra long-sleeved jacket that ties up in the back). & I noticed the problem last night, as well. One of the waitresses that had been flirting w/ me back then showed up. I was really glad to see her. After a little fucking around, I discovered that this Manager's technique HAD DRIVEN THE WAITRESS MAD. She, I hear, hasn't had a good date in all that time. Any stress or even fun sets her off the deep end, & the claws come out. Big. long nasty sharp claws & teeth.
So I got kind of upset, cuz this girl was cool, funny, smart, sassy, & a total babe. Now she's half insane.
"Somebody needs to change the mood of that place> It shouldn't even be open if this continues all the time," I'd said to my brother.
"Fuck that!" my he said. "Punch the bitch in the fuckin' face! Better yet, take a gun & blow her fucking face off! & Fuck that stupid nicey nice shit!! INFEST THE FUCKIN" PLACE, & if that doesn't work, BLOW IT OFF THE FUCKIN' FACE OF THE EARTH!!!
Nice.
Anyway, I think some girl might like me. YAY!!! She might just be flirting though. I'll know when I get there.
A bunch of us hung around Harvard Square, talking about sore balls jealousy, (AKA Psychic abortion), and pink ribbons.
So, we care about stuff.
WANNA SEE MY TITS?
Addendum
P.S. I am too a dirty old man.