Don’t flash your money. These women gotta be fat.
I swear. This is the God’s honest truth.
I needed a break from college, so I was working as a waitress at IHOP(night shift).
I guy came in and just said... How much?
I said... You haven’t ordered anything yet. He kept saying, How Much?
Well, the head cook just flew around the counter and said.... You stop disrespecting my waitresses.
As long as I live, I won’t ever forget that.
I live in the city, more or less. First date, I pick them up in my Tacoma. Second date, my S550. Down home it’d be the other way ‘round.