Okay, what is up with the chicks sitting at tables with customers ON THEIR CELL PHONE.
Geezus, I'm going to get a tumor from the cell phone usage. Little blue and green lights bobbling around - Tacky, tacky tacky. I just want to reach out and smack these little girls on the back of the head. * sighs *
Next? I DO NOT DATE my customers. I have been repeating and repeating this over and over again until I'm blue in the face - and to guys that wont get dances. Umm, hello Mister I just walked out of trailer, I'm expensive. Get it?
My Fendi bag costs more than what you earn from selling bush beer cans you find on the side of the road. Yes thats nice that you want to show me what you can do, but frankly - I DON'T CARE. I am at friggin' work.
Yes, yes - I know you've never seen boobs before, but if you'd just let go of that glossy mag and your teeny weenie and get out more. You would.
What is it with these guys, do they actually think they are that smooth? Yes honey, like chunky peanut butter. Unhuh, I'm hot for you and your wrangler jeans with the massive belt buckle. Oh Yes - those boots with cow poo still on them just make me wet. Woo and fucking hoo.
Right. I'll go out with you - when pigs fly out'cher ass and hell freezes over and that has to happen at the same time.
My kingdom for a man that understands I want to entertain him, not date him.
*Big sigh *



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