Friday, July 08, 2005

Italian Restaurant

Ha, that's funny.

McDougal got blacklisted from our local Italian restaurant for pretty much the same thing. We walked in one night after raping a couple of Barnes and Noble's employees and McDougal sits down and orders - I shit you not - a burrito/taco combo plate, 3 orders of chips, a whole cow, four daquiris, and a dead Mexican. I'll be damned if he didn't just prop the dead Mexican up on a stool next to him when the order came out and proceed to stuff two of his tacos down its pants and start doing a goddamned Hat Dance on our table. He was whooping an yelling to beat the band and the wife of the Mexican was crying and of course the police came in but you know what McDougal did? He sat right down and penned a 400 page mystery novel set in the late 1800s Burkina Faso. I've never laughed so hard in my life, crazy old McDougal.

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