Intervention Time for The Head.
So Lady Head and I went to a fancy, expensive restaurant last night and this came out of my mouth:
"I love everything about this place - the food, the decor, the service - but I really wish they would get new flatware. I feel like I'm eating in a cafeteria with these things."
Evil Doctor, Ash-Hole, Fat Nick, Turbo, etc. please immediately come down here and beat this attitude out of me. Either that or the only other thing I can think that will cure it. Whiskey, cartoons, and drunken, rambling debates.
Help me!
On another note, while I was waiting for the elevator yesterday there was this waifish young thing standing there shivering and her teeth were chattering. I got a great deal of pleasure out of it because it was 40 degrees, raining, and she was wearing fucking SANDALS!!!!!
Also, I think the Axe body spray commercial with "The One-upper" would work better if the guy getting one-upped didn't look like such a douchey, wussy weenie.
No offense, Fat Nick.
(Zing!)
posted by The Head @ 1:50 PM
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4 Comments:
It was Oneida flatware--not top of the line, but still reputable. Its not like we're talking Denny's level here where the fork tines bend on mashed potatoes...
Here's something equally obnoxious !! Was the stemware Riedel ??
No, the stemware was classy.
And I don't mind Riedel. But the pottery barn in you may be turning you against it.
Wait - I'm still doing it!
Help me!
BTW, Team Brown, I curse your name at least once a month for getting me those gigundous martini glasses.
Although it's usually 8-10 hours after praising your name for getting me those gigundous martini classes.
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