Posted by miner on 12/31/2006, 3:19 pm
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The hostess was on acid and her tongue dangled down to the restaurant floor. Leaping lizards leapt all over my table while I tried to read the menu. The menu was in Arabic for some reason. I ordered an Israeli hamburger for breakfast, side of sludge, double douche bag, bowl of fritos. The server was tripped by a patron en route to my table and banged his head on the granite counter top. His cranium opened up and out marched a thousand mice. I had to fight my way out of the establishment by wrestling a cast iron skillet out of the hands of the manager who was dancing on top of the counter in a leather corset. I swung at everything in sight like a person with a bee phobia armed with a fly swatter. I jumped in the car, gunned the engine and aimed it toward the highway. Now sleep is coming hard and I can’t even recall if I left a tip.
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