Showing posts with label fried okra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fried okra. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

you're a slimeball, fried okra.


that customer you're flirting with couldn't be less interested in you if she stood up, spit in your face, punched you, and then laughed. so speed it along and take her order already, i have places to be and i'm next.