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May 16, 2005 12:02

I am straight flabergasted right now. Maybe it's induced from the fact that im fairly danked, and kind of in a bad mood to begin with.... but im fucking confused. Anyone who knows me or who has ever talked to me knows i'm not some stuck up spoiled rich kid. While i might be slightly spoiled, i don't flaunt it or loid it over other people... so theres no way any one i can say i'm some stuck up prick.

Every day for the past year and a half I have gone into Middletons Tavern for lunch. As my father owns the restraunt, I have eaten there for free. Family pride can only carry you so far, i don't go to Middleton's every day because i love the food.... i go for the sole fact that it costs me zero dollars and zeroty zero cense. For those of us who don't know, I recently started working there. I've actually really enjoyed myself. I've allways fucking hated working in the restraunt business... which is why I had so many jobs else where. You don't know how many times i got asked the question "why don't you just work at your dad's restraunt?" Because, jack ass, I've worked there since I was 13 and it licks scrottom. Now that I'm older, i don't know what changed, but I actually kind of like working there. I'm making cake, and its somewhat more rewarding. Anyways, i digressed from my point. I went in today (as i do every day), for lunch. Upon walking in I am asked to speak with the manager. She tells me that since i work there, I am no longer able to eat there for free. Maybe no one else can relate, because i'm coming from a slightly seculiar perspective, but this is fucking weiiiiiiiiiird to me. Actually, Daniel and Michael can probably relate.... you bitches have been eating there for free as long as i have.

I in turn call Jerry and open the conversation with "So i'm not allowed to eat for free anymore eh?"
To which he replys "Uh, i never said that, i don't know where that came from"

This furthers my confusion further. I could at least UNDERSTAND if my dad didn't want me eating there. It wouldn't be my favorite thing in the world, but I'd understand his reasoning. More independence, self reliance, blah blah blah. But if he didn't actually say that, where the fuck did it come from? Is it just the manager pulling a power trip? Trying to show her authority or something along those lines? Maybe she just doesn't like me. I dunno. As i start to get less danked, my confusion on the matter is starting to disapate. Actually, i think i'm just starting to care less. I'm still fucking hungry though. And there's no way I'm gonna walk in and be like "Blah blah blah daddy said i can eat here, get me my pacifier, blah blah blah, i think have some sand in my vagina." This leaves only one option.

Two words. Pot bellies.
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