so, first off...mikey, you don't get to guess this one it's too easy.
anyway. the sky is draining slush upon the valley, and i know it's gonna kill business tonight. it's naassty out. i really don't wanna close tonight cause it's supposed to freeze and by the looks of it there will be inches and inches of slush on the ground by then and i drive a mustang and she don't like adverse weather conditions so much. when it's nice out it's the greatest car ever, a shiny silver bullet, but in the wintertime it's scary. people ask me "how's that thing drive in the winter?" and i go "eh...sideways."
so i got that to look forward to.
aside from that, it's spaghetti night. and you all know how i feel about that.
also i've been thinking of starting a twitter feed (something i once thought was super lame) so you can all get in-the-moment updates of crappy tippers, late table bullsnizzle, and line cook manliness. would anybody read it? the only twitter feed i read is shit my dad says, which is absolutely golden. i dunno if there's any other cooking ones...i've never checked. i should probably get on that. anyway. work work work.
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I think Twitter is for people who sit behind a desk. These are normally the people who call me between 5-9 on friday nights. But I have never tried it. Shit my dad says is great, but I only read it every few days. I actually forgot about it for a while. It reminds me of "texts from last night." Although it could be good if a bunch of line cooks from across the country were invovled. Tell dirty jokes taking pictures of waitresses tits and asses. Can you put pictures on Twitter? Pictures would be key. The lyrics are from NOFX.
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