Hamburgers and donuts can go together in the same topic.
A man walked into a restaurant. It was his first time eating there. The server took his order, he was having a hamburger. The server handed the ticket to the cook who put the ground beef onto the grill. The cook then pulled down his pants and sat on the grill to make the hamburger patty flat. When the waitress served the burger, the man just sat there and stared at it. Another customer who was sitting near him saw that he hadn’t touched the burger yet, so the other customer nudged him and said “Hey, if you think that’s bad, don’t come here for breakfast when he makes the doughnuts.”
Umm yeah, that’s a bad one, I know, lol.
That first sentence of yours explains a lot about the doors that you slam on my foot and those revolving, overlapping, and completely frivolous restraining orders you continually file against me.
A sweet guy like me shouldn’t be treated that way!
Grrrrrrrrrrr.
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(i I)