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This was posted in The Carver's latest blog entry on MySpace. Despite him being completely terrifying, it made me smile:
"...There’s a new café that just opened down the street. The wait-staff wear these crisp, white oxford shirts. I have a thing for waiters. Put a girl in a white shirt with black pants, pull her hair back in a ponytail and give her a little pad and pen and I’m hooked. I think I’ll head down for a bite. I’m feeling peckish and I’m planning on giving whoever is lucky enough to wait on me one hell of a tip..."
"...There’s a new café that just opened down the street. The wait-staff wear these crisp, white oxford shirts. I have a thing for waiters. Put a girl in a white shirt with black pants, pull her hair back in a ponytail and give her a little pad and pen and I’m hooked. I think I’ll head down for a bite. I’m feeling peckish and I’m planning on giving whoever is lucky enough to wait on me one hell of a tip..."