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Showing posts with label poetic license. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetic license. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
He Said, She Said
Just some random quotes heard throughout the restaurant:
"Is there some kind of a rule against bringing your son and tricks to the same restaurant?"
- Mickey in regards to an old queen
"We both know no one is allergic to southern charm!"
-Amy to Craw Daddy LaRue
"suck. you! you are nothing"
- a drunk text from Mike to me (and now my new mantra)
"Sweet ain't gonna lick my balls!"
-Didi Blake
"A throb in my cob"
-Jeff
"The musk on my tusk"
-Jeff
"T.A.N.B. : Those are nursing breasts."
- a customer in regards to Amy's ample bosoms
"Hey Rod, hit me back on tha sip tip?"
-Jeff
"I'm hip to the drip, baby!"
-Bruce Whitman
"It's not so much that they're big but that they're aggressive!"
-Rod trying to explain Amy's breasts to her
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