Aphrodite's Golden Apple Wafflehouse....you'd better tip the waitress..

Jack and coke, hold the coke and keep it coming till i can't tell you my safe word anymore. Then give me one more and tuck me in to bed.

umm..

Dry thread.
Can't serve alcohol.

But, if you need to be tucked into bed, can you tell me if this napkin smells like chloroform?


 
oh SHIT!!
You mean to tell me all this time I've been flirting...er..I mean matching wits... with John Daly??

And to think..I already cut loose one alcoholic golfer when I divorced..



:mad:
 
oh SHIT!!
You mean to tell me all this time I've been flirting...er..I mean matching wits... with John Daly??

And to think..I already cut loose one alcoholic golfer when I divorced..



:mad:

No silly goose, i just stole his pants when he was passed out by the 7th tee box
 
oh, ok.. that makes it much bette....

Hey!
Wait.

You mean I've been matching wits someone with no fashion sense who can't even fall back on fame as an excuse????


:mad::mad:


Not at all, you've been flirting with someone with no fashion sense who can't even fall back on fame as an excuse
 
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