Originally Posted by Phobia:
Okay, now that Papa has logged off and Luv isn't coming back to share the details, our only remaining option is to attempt to recreate the day through conjecture.
Luv: Hello, my name is Luv.
CD: Hi, my name is Creepy Dude (humps her leg). Shall we dine, my dear?
Waitress: Hi, welcome to Denny's, can I take your order?
CD: We just got here, can we have a minute to look over our menus?
Waitress: Well, I have 39 tables. It may be 45 minutes before I'm back.....
Luv: I think I'm just gonna have the Chef Salad.
CD: I'll have a Chef Salad as well and a Mushroom Swiss Burger.
Luv: I'd like to add a Mushroom Swiss Burger too, please.
Waitress: Will that be all?
Luv: No, I've always wanted to try your Fish Fillet and Super Bird..... and chili fries also.
Waitress: Will that be all?
Luv: Do you think we should get an appetizer, Creepy Dude?
Originally Posted by Phobia:
Yeah, I've made a few less than flattering posts in this thread that I certainly wouldn't have said aloud with her dad in the room. Heh.
My day is coming faster than I'd like to admit. At least she's 30. Mine are 15, 14, 4, and -7.5 months.
When you have a son, you have to worry about what he's going to do with his d**k.
When you have a daughter you have to worry about what every boy in the world is going to do with his d**k. [Reply]
