Jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam *bite* eugh!
Fondue and wine night was a great success by most reports, with only one mild case of samonella poisoning. Unfortunaly, I did not last to enjoy the afterdinner Poker-goodness due to a long conversation with Al's toilet. Needless to say, work the next day was remarkably painful. Survival did not seem at all plausible. But *whoo* where does the time go when all you really want to do is vomit on the customers just to make them go away?
Big Gay Al's apartment still smells like the grease pit of the local souvlaki joint. It also appears that we cooked our food in used sump oil. Eugh.
Big Gay Al's apartment still smells like the grease pit of the local souvlaki joint. It also appears that we cooked our food in used sump oil. Eugh.