me: i've come up with the perfect restaurant.
eric: oh yeah?
me: here goes...
pancakes. and whiskey.
eric: just like breakfast with the parents
me: yes.
but none of that ihop shit. so rooty-tooty stuff, no fancy 'waffles' or 'french toast' or 'napkins'. just plan old flapjacks with maple syrup.
eric: it'd be like magnolia's with a bar, and no hippies
me: NO HIPPIES
and maybe cigars in one area. but no hippies. ever.
eric: emo kids too, while you're excluding people
me: emo kids can't handle anything harder than wine coolers and eggos anyway.
eric: no without crying about it
*not
me: that's why wine coolers are loaded with sodium. disguises the taste of tears.
eric: haha
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