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...NOW, someone convince me that, at some point every couple of months, one of these kids in the back doesn't get the idea to jerk off into one of the ladies' cup of Lobster Bisque or French Onion Soup, followed by his friends and himself intensely watching the woman consume it.



This is why you *never* send food back in a restaurant. I used to work at a Perkins many years ago and some fucking whore kept sending the same dish back time after time after time. Eventually the mail cook put every other order aside (this was a very busy establishment mind you), and made her order very special. After preparing the meal exactly as she likes, he pulled his pants down and dangled his black balls on her fresh plate of food. Nodody smiled, nobody said anything, nobody even stared. She didn't send it back that time.
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