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This is the exact (or somewhat similar) expression I had on my face when I saw a group of waitresses/waiters bringing me a "birthday sundae". Yes. WTF. You know I hate that stuff. How embarassing is it to ask who's birthday it is when they bring you that shit and start singing. I'm sooooo getting you back. Although I do kinda wish I was 20 already, actually more like 21.
The lesson to be learned is to stop with the restaurant birthday jazz. Let's stop torturing the waitresses ok? As if you can't tell from their unenthusiastic claps and cheezy song they sing.
That lil' place in the hub they call a haunted house is fuckin poppin'. It took me like twenty minutes to find parking. Twenty minutes to find parking in Fremont? Unheard of.
The lesson to be learned is to stop with the restaurant birthday jazz. Let's stop torturing the waitresses ok? As if you can't tell from their unenthusiastic claps and cheezy song they sing.
That lil' place in the hub they call a haunted house is fuckin poppin'. It took me like twenty minutes to find parking. Twenty minutes to find parking in Fremont? Unheard of.