Pecker heads

SO this is an excerpt from an email I just sent Darryl, I am too lazy to write anything else this afternoon as I am in a jambalaya coma.

Sam took me out for lunch to Casey's and Ann served us, she is such a cool chick and I really hate that Roommate Jay lead her on and then talked smack about her behind her back. That ain't cool man. Jay is a creep, end of story.

Another creep came up to our table, during our conversation (he's one of the new managers there) and totally interrupted our conversation three times, put his fucking fat leg up on my side of the bench so his dick was basically staring at me, and then kept coming back to the table talking about how he was lying to his wife about how many credit cards he had, and how even if he had two girlfriends she wouldn't figure it out (fucking charming) and still interrupting us.

Total assface. Then, when I refused to acknowledge his presence he actually said to me "Hey - are you having a bad day or something? I keep trying to be funny and make you laugh and you are giving me nothing".

Are you fucking kidding me?

Its MY job to laugh at your misogyny while you interrupt my meal? Go fuck thyself sir. I told him it was not my job to laugh at his lame jokes. He left.

Sam told me on the way back to school that this same jackass said that Ann needs to act more like she's single at work and that she can "bang as many guys as you want outside of work, but try not to let the customer know cause they are here to see you". Wow. My gut instinct on men is ALWAYS right. Ann should sue Casey's for this. I'm not kidding even a little for the purpose of story telling.

Moral of this story - men who come up to your table uninvited and stand with their peckers facing you on purpose, are assholes. They don't even need to open their mouths. Men who feel the need to physically stand OVER top of you for no good reason, are total pecker heads who need to be stabbed in the belly from time to time to remind them they don't own the world.

That is all.