Random notes and rants from the restaurant…
Please never wear perfume or cologne to a restaurant. If you are reading this and questioning wether or not this means you, it does.
This great fagalicious, blinged out whiney, Jewish guy came in, a dear, dear pain in the ass, and told me these jokes:
What is the difference between a toilet seat and a waitress?
A toilet only seats one asshole.
What is the difference between a canoe and a Jew?
Only the canoe tips.
Thankfully after being the the dear, dear pain in the ass that he was and semi VIP, he tipped generously, which is less than I can say for the assholes wearing too much cologne.