it’s wednesday and that means it’s time for me to gripe.
for the record, this one’s #218: when you order food at a fast food restaurant, do us all a favor and don’t start eating while the kid behind the counter is a) filling your order b) ringing you up or c) attempting to make change for your twenty-spot. it’s just plain dirty. wait ten seconds and then those curly fries are all yours, tiger. oh and guys a girlfriend of mine tells me that this little ritual is a sure sign of pre-ejaculation. seriously. just stop it.
