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You really think you deserve this treatment, don't you? Yes ma'am. No sir. Right away. I'll remove that child immediately. To you I'm a worm. To me you are excess. I guess you don't need to keep your shoes on. That is totally normal. Kick your feet up. You bought all of these chairs. (Probably all of the ones in my apartment, too.) Three napkins is not enough. Oops. I am clearly a ***** No I don't regret my tattoos. But speaking of regrets, slow down on that pinot. Close your purple mouth, I am embarrassed for you. Check please. See you tomorrow.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
Fine Dining: A Server's Tale
You really think you deserve this treatment, don't you? Yes ma'am. No sir. Right away. I'll remove that child immediately. To you I'm a worm. To me you are excess. I guess you don't need to keep your shoes on. That is totally normal. Kick your feet up. You bought all of these chairs. (Probably all of the ones in my apartment, too.) Three napkins is not enough. Oops. I am clearly a ***** No I don't regret my tattoos. But speaking of regrets, slow down on that pinot. Close your purple mouth, I am embarrassed for you. Check please. See you tomorrow.
amanda-bianchi
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
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