Another story (crazy) work-life (!)
As you all know, daddy's house is only open to people of a certain level. You can already guess from aperitifs what the cultural content that will reign throughout the room. The customers present themselves to schools, mostly screaming incoherent phrases. In the summer, for some reason I can not understand, it seems that almost every Sunday there is the festival of tamarri.
fluorescent jackets and hair Ingell one hand, thighs and breasts of the other overexposed. Yet it should be the celebration of a religious function. The fact is that the drink is the critical time to understand how it will end.
fluorescent jackets and hair Ingell one hand, thighs and breasts of the other overexposed. Yet it should be the celebration of a religious function. The fact is that the drink is the critical time to understand how it will end.
Mostly the guests are unable to speak. Pop fingers to order. And they do not understand what they're drinking. You can say anything and is good for them. More than once I said that what was sipping a slightly non-alcoholic cocktail, or a sweet sparkling wine or fruit juice without fruit, and they seemed to accept the same. And they continue to snap his fingers to order. Once a guy almost smacked me in the face. I did not move. The guy snapped the louder and said, "O 'prosecco." Gave it to him. "EU health", screamed and ran away. When they leave the snacks
people seem not to understand anything. It 's totally useless to warn them that the tray is glowing. More than a warning ours is a 'curse, since the metal tray comes easily to the internal temperature of the sun.
people seem not to understand anything. It 's totally useless to warn them that the tray is glowing. More than a warning ours is a 'curse, since the metal tray comes easily to the internal temperature of the sun.
Guests scream and know enough. They can not even throw the toothpicks in special plastic containers. They throw them on the ground. Or if you eat them alive. There are days I expect to be subnormal, then I see these people and I'm sure.
the bride and groom arrive, and very often I was tempted to go down in the basement and murarmi live in the company of a bottle of vodka at its best.
I'm looking for a way to fall into trance and perform the entire service free of consciousness. A kind of automatic pilot. Who will explain how to do it, I cover you with gold. For now I find it easier to go trans just finished the service, a stone's throw from the restaurant.
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