(b) bitter waitress
tonight a pat on the arm turns into a crushing embrace i cannot escape.
fine fine... until i catch him pantless on the patio. pathetic whisky dick deflated w/ a pair of prunes for balls in the st(r)eam of rain. virtually impossible to get him out when his tab consists of several rounds for the entire pub.
fine fine... until i catch him pantless on the patio. pathetic whisky dick deflated w/ a pair of prunes for balls in the st(r)eam of rain. virtually impossible to get him out when his tab consists of several rounds for the entire pub.
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damn fine, carly.
i can see it now--a book of waitress memoirs! (As long as you don't write abt any of my drunken escapades . . . )
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