| I guess they thought I was a lady, because I got one of those old school menus where they don’t trouble the women with the pesky prices of things. I got the Chateaubriand for two, even though I was all alone. I’m not saying it was bad, because I ate both portions and two baked potatoes. But my stomach has filed for divorce papers. I’m not worried though, she’s done that before, like that time when I ate 32 White Castles in the back of a limousine. One of the fanciest things I ever done. My stomach, Gertie, came crawling back after about a week, and she used the divorce papers as tissues to wipe up her crocodile tears. She wanted me back (because I had a bag of Doritos!) |
