Oh man, I'm like shaking with anger right now.
So Mr. Nasty goes and orders BBQ ribs. And it's all over his mouth. It's hysterical because he's totally oblivious.
And we're eating the appys, and I point out bluntly that maybe I should just skip my entree since he doesn't think I should. (I mean, sarcastically, but anyway.) And he goes, "Well, if you are you should probably tell the waitress before it gets here!" HELLO STUPID.
And can I comment on his attire? SILVER SHIRT people. With nice jeans. I think designer. But SILVER SHIRT. Hello, are we going to a rave?
I've gotta face this F*CKer on Tuesday!
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell