You bought an antenna, nailed it to your roof, and sucked in two channels of gorgeous black & white TV.
Milk was delivered to your house -- by a fucking horse.
And everyone brought a metal lunch box to school. Mine had The Lone Ranger and Tonto on the front.
Llewellen, Your Waiter
THE LUNCH COUNTER'S EMPLOYEE HEALTH PLAN
DR. B'S 'THIS DAY IN PERSONAL HISTORY'
June 27, 1965
On this day (as with most days in the 1960's), I was out looking for tail. And despite the lack of extant documentation, I can say with absolute certainty that I didn't find any.
1.1 Diners shall have the right to refuse a stomach pump. 1.2 There is no Right 1.2 2.1 Diners shall have the right, duty and obligation to pay in full. 3.1 See Right 2.1 3.2 to 5.5 These Rights have been removed by the Kitchen Staff.
DR. HUGO Z. HACKENBUSH
LUNCH COUNTER DIETICIAN
THE DINER'S BILL OF RIGHTS, Sections 5.6 to 7.4
5.6 Diners have the Right to tip generously. Neglect of this Right shall be at the expense of the Diner's desire to leave. 6.3 This is essentially a re-wording of 5.6 6.4 Diners are encouraged to use the washroom facilities, especially on All-Fibre Tuesdays. However, 'Floaters' must be removed. 7.4 Bread sticks are not a meal. And although they are provided free of charge and in abundance, there is a limit to Llewellen's tolerance.
3 comments:
the right side is the side for all things luscious, beautiful, delicious, and holy.
the left side is the calculating side.
So the right brain's always in party mode, but the bastard on the left makes us get up and go to work, eh?
I say, more right brain.
something like that, yes
the right brain responds immediately 2 heineken; n the morning the left brain recoils at the exploits of its conjoined and somewhat mutant twin
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