Regrets

The fat waitress taking the order said: “That’s weak.”

I didn’t know what she meant, since all I’d done was order soup.

When it came time for dessert and I declined, she said, “That’s weak…again,” and it all made sense.

Later I told my old man I regretted not punching our cunt waitress in the face.

I wish I’d had the strength but I’d only ordered soup.  True story.

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