If you've ever seen a concert at the "Venue" in Santa Royale, you know what Mary's talking about. The acoustics are AMAZING. Especially when the "Singers" perform there. But of course, they have beautiful harmony anywhere.Waiters always make me uncomfortable, and today's waiter is no exception. Especially with his shirt tucked into his mom jeans like that. Whatever ominously shadowy sandwich he is delivering for lunch should be avoided, Toby, or you'll need more than music to heal what ails you.
Today's Full Strip
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So there we have it folks, the story of how Mary made a futile attempt to cheat on Jeff with some guy who was more interested in politics than her and ended up with Jeff apologizing and taking her out for some a boat ride, some unidentifiable "seafood" at the cheap dive they've always frequented and a concert by the Dweebs. Toby is hanging on every word. "Details," she says, "I want details."
I was going to say, wanders, that that no amount of singing could heal the pain of that waiter's male camel toe. Yeesh.
'And Jeff was like "Whoa! That was freakin awesome, man! Those guys rocked!" and I was like "Dude, I am, like, totally uplifted right now!"'
I've been numbed help me pleeeease ...
But wait, I'm still confused. When Mary talks about "harmony," does she mean something else? What could that something else possibly be? Maybe if she spent a few more weeks talking about it I'd be able to figure it out.
Oh brother. How long can this go on? I know "just what the doctor should order"... an end to this drivel. No wonder city government was more attractive, a conversation with Mary is like talkin' to a great-grandma. Even worse like talkin' to a great-grandma who want to suck all the life out of you. I believe Toby must take a double dose of valium in order to be able to hang through an entire..lunch...supper, meal whatever. sheesh.
I have to agree whole heartedly with maconmemad. I am so sick of all that sappy relationship talk. I think it is time for Mary to run over another dog or something.
Gad, one stiff remark after another! Can anyone give me some information on how to stop slapping myself?
I know his package is distracting, but is no one else suspicious of how the waiter has the ability to turn his hand into a miniature battleship? I hope it has working torpedoes.
You know, come to think of it, maybe he's not even a waiter... what kind of restaurant lets its staff wear cerulean jeans on the job?
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