Slave Labor

Lucky for the Olive Garden, I made a decent amount of money at work. Imagine the sweat beads on a hooker in church...now imagine the sweat beads on 19 hookers in church, and you'll know what the servers and bussers were going through at the OG today. The air conditioner is busted and our GM Monica tells us it will need structural maintenance, (whatever the hell that means) before it can run properly. And our District Manager Jim says that won't happen till THE END OF JUNE.

I'd like for Jim's smitten ass to come lift a couple of trays back and forth from the dining room and the kitchen, and then say if he'll wait 3 more weeks.

For those of you who don't work at the OG, there is a dish that goes by the name of "Tour of Italy." It consists of Chicken Parm, Fettucine alfredo, and lasagna.....lol....just a little QOTD prep.

Two of my favorite people in the world have birthdays tomorrow, my Lilly turns 22 and my Megbo turns 20. Neither of those whores are in Chicago for me to spoil tomorrow. That's quite alright; I have a leprecaughn friend in Ireland who has agreed to deliver a singing telegram to Hans and Lilly will receive an intense, thorough lap dance from a male "dancing" friend of mine in Vegas. I think I'm WAAAAY in the run for friend of the year here guys.
I miss you both :( I definitely need a wahmburger and some french cries right about now.

Way to lose a garage opener Grinslade. lol. thank God you're a fast runner.

QOTD
(Girl orders a tour of italy)
Girl's Father: Oohh Kelsy that looks good, what did you get?
Girl: oh, I got the Tour de France.
(SHE WAS SERIOUS.)