The waiter left her spinach but took her

  • The waiter left her spinach but took her fork, then her husband stole her knife and screamed at the shitty waiter that the knife was dirty.

  • "Honey, that's my knife. You have your own knife." But Frank didn't listen to his wife. He grabbed the waiter's arm and turned him around. "See?" Frank said. "This dirty knife is

  • obviously mine, it has butter on it and, I have all ready buttered my roll and you haven't." Frank yanked the knife out of the waiter's back and waved it at his wife sarcastically

  • and grinned like a hyena. The waiter's knees gave out as he crumpled to the floor, a puddle of blood growing rapidly around him. "See! Butter!" Frank said. "Told you it was my knif

  • e." Frank was beaming, feeling vindicated. He looked at his tablemates and his smile disappeared. "You just killed our waiter. Damn it Frank. Now our orders will take forever."

  • To our surprise, the waiter's corpse was efficiently disposed of & a new one assigned us right away. The manager came over & promised not to rat out Frank- if we dined there every

  • 7th Tuesday. We responded it would be difficult to keep track of that. As we negotiated, our second waiter dropped dead too. "Well this is just ridulous," I said throwing my

  • Plate on the floor, shattering it into 3,836,014 shards. The tables all started to rumble, so I was forgiven. All told, there were 47,757,055 shards to clean up. We left and went

  • to the shops to purchase a vacuum cleaner, but they were all sold out. Our party debated heatedly for several moments on what we could do now, but it was Lord Fork who finallly

  • decided Uncle Horace’s hairy back did not need vacuuming…it just needed a shave. Next we debated whether a razor would do the trick, or whether we should shop for a lawn mower.



  1. Woab Mar 13 2018 @ 11:27

    Clearly, a butter knife would have been in order.

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