Tuesday, June 22, 2010
You mean, let me understand this cause, ya know maybe it's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown?
Sonny, I know you think I'm a clown, but could you wash me every once in a while?
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I speak for all of us here when I say, Sonny, aka "The Renoir of the Red Room", does not respect you, the New Door, enough to wash it like he does the tables. You are just too new. Get a job or cause an injury.
ReplyDeleteAgreed Moldy Tiles.
ReplyDeleteYou're a fucking door Summers New Door, get over youself. And you're a door at Summers no less. It is not like you're a drapery at Ireland's Four Courts. Now that's the life.
If not for the glass-shattering, nails-on-a-chalkboard sound of the karaoke or the giddy squeals of patrons watching B-level sports and rarely relevant sports teams, you wouldn't even know the Red Room was open. It is a good thing the New Summers Door is still smudged from a handful of foreheads from people who somehow forgot the New Door existed in this, Summers Restaurant - or Sonny would be cleaning up many more "accidents".
ReplyDeleteNails-on-a-chalkboard, eh? I saw quite a few of you Moldy Tiles feeling the Karaoke hero last night.
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