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- 12 May, 2009 |
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This bloke walks into the poshest restaurant in town!
“Where’s the god damn, mother fucking Manager you cock sucking arse wipe” he politely inquires to one of the waiters. The waiter is naturally taken aback and replies “excuse me sir but could you please refrain from using that sort of language in here, I will get the manager as soon as I can”.
The manager comes over and the bloke asks ” are you the chicken fucking, manager of this bastard joint?”.
“Yes sir, I am” replies the manager, “but I would prefer it if you could refrain from speaking such profanities in this, a private restaurant”.
“Fuck off” replies the bloke “and where’s the fucking piano?”
“Pardon says the manager”.
“Where’s the god damn, mother fucking Manager you cock sucking arse wipe” he politely inquires to one of the waiters. The waiter is naturally taken aback and replies “excuse me sir but could you please refrain from using that sort of language in here, I will get the manager as soon as I can”.
The manager comes over and the bloke asks ” are you the chicken fucking, manager of this bastard joint?”.
“Yes sir, I am” replies the manager, “but I would prefer it if you could refrain from speaking such profanities in this, a private restaurant”.
“Fuck off” replies the bloke “and where’s the fucking piano?”
“Pardon says the manager”.