So, this morning I go to my waitressing/bartending job, and without provocation or preamble the girl who was on shift with me announces that she's screwing around with her English professor. Well, after I had finished choking on my goddamned soda my response was a very understandable, "Whut?? Oh please, dear sweet Angel of Music tell me that he is not married, 50, and slightly deformed!" She gave me a look like I was toking something fuckwad-verse!Nadir had given me. I was then obliged to explain... read more
