Is That On The Menu?
I went to a fancy restaurant tonight, and my waitress was an extremely attractive woman that somewhat resembled Sarah Palin, only not retarded. She was probably in her late 30’s to early 40’s, with dark brown hair, a pretty face and glasses.
Being a fancy restaurant, I knew that chances were good that I could order something even if it wasn’t on the menu. When she came to the table to take our orders, it took every bit of self-restraint not to order “Your ass on my face.”
Seriously though, her butt was mesmerizing. I ended up staring at it for about 40% of my dinner. It was big, but not completely out of control. When she turned to the side, it looked as if she was carrying a giant ice cream scooper in her pants. With her natural cushion, I’m sure that no matter what she sits on, it’s comfortable.
She came by at the end of our meal and asked if we wanted to order anything for dessert. In my head, I was yelling, “YES. I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER…I WISH I COULD BE REINCARNATED AS YOUR FAVORITE PAIR OF PANTIES.”
