Overheard at Applebee’s, lunchtime, June 1, cont.
Young woman wearing black beret: “Ugh. Pourquoi je mange ici? Et pourquoi le am j’a servi la nourriture par un paysan avec a pimpled le visage…? Just a salad, no dressing, then. And a glass of Chardonay.”
Waiter: “Kendall Jackson okay…?”
Young woman wearing black beret: “Fine, yes.”
Waiter: “Great, I’ll bring your wine right away. Oh, and compar
Mmmmmmmmm . . . Brie-humping . . . mmmmmmm.
Holy poop on a stick batman. Briehumper!!!
I’m at work busting a lung. That was the funniest thing I’ve read this side of Robert Fisk in a long time.