But has anyone ever had the pleasure of eating fries and gravy during the lunchtime lull, only to have a Hungarian whore sit in your unsuspecting lap and start eating right off your fork? And then the management gave me shit for dumping the whole thing in the garbage can, plate and all.

I miss the good old days when the bulk of our dancers were either local highschool dropouts with fake id's, or delivered fresh weekly from Quebec, kinda like seafood. And a dance was only ten bucks.