justanotherjames

Yesterday was my tattoo's one month birthday, awwww....he's so cute. Thinking about being at work on Saturday and this insufferable girl (whose parents are regulars, she briefly worked there as well and others found her tolerable seemingly solely because she has big boobs) was in. She told me, mind you, didn't asked me, to make her a bloody mary and it was to be spicy, but not too spicy because she didn't want to get sick. Whatever base male gene that allows horrible vapid awful bitches to skate by on boobs and boobs alone has apparently not been passed on to me. Mind you a pretty interesting girl can pretty much wrap me around her finger in fairly short order, but I think that's a higher standard to start with. Anyhoo, I make this vile so called homo sapien her goddamned bloody mary and she stops me shortly thereafter in order to tell me that what I have put into the glass in front of her is, in fact (and I do honestly quote here) : "Las Vegas good" apparently there are secrets in the deserts of Nevada that aren't known to many east of the Rockies, I held my arms up victoriously and did a little "mock-Rocky" spin that I felt conveyed my disdain for the "compliment" but still made me appear cordial to the sentiment. I thought I had more slightly entertaining things to share, but they seem to have escaped me, alas, some other time perhaps.