Some of you guys are alright. Don't go to Olive Garden tomorrow.
>But today is good, right.
No, today is bad, too. Same for the day after tomorrow. Matter of fact, any day is bad.
Food is fucking awful.
I took this chick out to a nice Italian restaurant on Sunday. I dropped a little over a hundred bucks. She seemed to enjoy it. I asked her if she would like to dine at a local steakhouse on Wednesday. She said she wouldn't be available until Thursday. I replied that it was a date. We'd go to the steakhouse Thursday evening, same time. This morning I received a text from her. "Let me know if you want to see me again."
I'm now thinking she's too fucking retarded to date.
>Speaking of Italian restaurants...
Because I am coming in... and I'm not leaving until I am full.
And you can keep your fucking mints.