No Shoes, No Shirt, Total Douchbagery, Equals No Service
Don’t even start with me today. I’m feeling mean. Only one thing to do at this point, throw on some Snoop, draw a bubble bath, turn the lights low, get some candles spread around, it’s gonna take some serious meditation to straighten this day out. Laura where are you?
This shit chaps my ass, “Special needs children need to be special somewhere else.” That’s what some dick said about a Down Syndrome kid at another table at Laurenzo’s Prime Rib in Houston. Some folks out there think that by spending money here or there, they get to treat other folks like dirt. Kudos to the waiter who refused to serve the guy.
How does that even happen? How does one person have such a nasty, crappy, awful sense of entitlement about themselves? It’s beyond…
I guess a father in that situation learns to show restraint that is beyond my ken.
Love me some Snoop, but Vevo has GOT to stop saving us from the ‘bad words’!
BRAVO, Shef!! Chaps my ARC ass too!!!