Drunken breakfast
This weekend I had the pleasure of attending a sketchy drunken birthday breakfast at 7am at phils. No sleep. Alot of liquour. We were giggling like mad and cursing up a storm. A waitress went by and instructed us the calm damn. We apoligized but then giggled at which she yelled - I'm serious! Our waitress Amy was the bomb. She laughed as the birthday boy asked for whiskey and we told her we'd have to order for him.
*Eh-hm*
Then we stumbled across a customer comment card - ohhhh how I wish we kept it.
"Amy is the pimp shit. That brunette is a beeatch. We spilt some shit and Amy was on it like that..."
Note: Bridges + gin/beer/jag/whiskey = NO!
*Eh-hm*
Then we stumbled across a customer comment card - ohhhh how I wish we kept it.
"Amy is the pimp shit. That brunette is a beeatch. We spilt some shit and Amy was on it like that..."
Note: Bridges + gin/beer/jag/whiskey = NO!