November 16, 2005
Doncha Wanna Fanta?
People! I do NOT like going to the bathroom at 2:30 and finding a bit of BBQ sauce from lunch on my chin! WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME???
I hate you all. Punks.
Making me walk around with BBQ sauce on my face for two hours. Assholes. You think that's funny? Huh?!
Oh, and God forbid I should eat a spinach salad! I might not find out until I brush my teeth that night!
You know what? Restaurants should have little mirrors in the booths so patrons can check themselves before leaving. Or a little handmirror at the table or something.
And? It should be socially acceptable to tuck the tablecloth into your collar.
And speaking of horribly awkward segues about people spilling food on themselves, Nicholle dripped Chef Boy-R-Dee on her sweater and then dabbed it with Fresca.
This just in: Fresca is not Club Soda.
Comments
This weekend I went to a birthday party, and of course I scarfed on some cake. Anyways, I'm talking to a group of people for a few minutes and then my friend says to me, "You have icing on your nose."
The other two people never alerted me to that fact. Did they really not notice white icing on my NOSE?
Posted by: Rach at November 16, 2005 04:21 PM
Hey, neither is a Gin & Tonic, but you work with what you got.
Posted by: Fresh? at November 16, 2005 07:28 PM
I'll keep that in mind. But seriously? I hate people that don't notify people of food issues! It's very mean.
If I've got a big ole hawnkin glob of somethin on me, then by gawly, TELL ME!
Posted by: Queen of Ass at November 16, 2005 10:03 PM
PW,
You've got a little....right here....and your....is......
Aw hell! You've got a booger hangin' and your fly is open. There! Only a real friend would tell you.
Oh yeah.....here's a mint for you too.
Posted by: Matt at November 17, 2005 03:10 PM