Today's OneWord: Waitress

Finish your burger, drink your beer, and don't forget to tip your waitress. She'll spend it on some groceries so she can make ham sandwiches for lunch for the next two weeks. And then she'll smell like mustard and relish, and she'll have to douse herself in deodorant and perfume, just so fat fucks like you enjoy her company and her service as she works in this filthy, garage-like hellhole where the ale is cheap and room temperature and the food's got a mind of its own.

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