Today, I went here.

The food was ok, the service was a little subpar, but it did the trick. Then it got time for my least favorite thing in the whole world:
tipping.
I fucking HATE tipping. I thought that's why my steak was $15 to begin with? BECAUSE SOME BROAD IS BRINGING IT TO ME. Nope, apparently, there's an extra charge for that. Who knew?

BOGUS.
You know what else is bogus? Chicks thinking it's ok to be all lazy and wear track pants in public. I hate that. And PJ pants in public. I have to know this: after wearing that crap, do you guys really get together and wonder why you're all alone? I mean, even I got a girlfriend. And I did pretty well for myself, if you don't mind me saying. Oh, you do?

This kid says you can "sit and spin"
BITCH. Coach Daddy declares: "Practice is OVER!"
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