I'll be eating chocolate and spraying aftershave to mask the smell of my evil feet if anyone is looking for me
If you came here expecting to hear about the Easter weekend exertions, malarkey and indeed endeavor of me, Manuel T Waiter, then I'm sorry for it shall not be today dear readers. For I am so utterly shattered from the weekend toil that I am unable to share with you in any way, that could be considered adequate or indeed amusing, the untold joy that was the last three or four days at work.
All I can offer you is this picture of a lovely piece of toast.
But I shall return forthwith, in other words tomorrow, and spread jam on that toast, metaphorically speaking that is, with stories of Canadians, Russians, Italians, a table of thirty singles and a woman who had never eaten fish. It was a delightful weekend all told. I'll be eating chocolate and spraying aftershave to mask the smell of my evil feet if anyone is looking for me. The shower can wait.
If you are looking for something else to do can I ask you to pop over to Desked and vote for our new banner.
Ta ta.
21 People trying to get Manuel's attention:
Last 3 or 4 days? That's a potential 25% error (or 33 1/3) depending on which direction the error is in.
You need tea! And a foot massage.
99 words: arew you being pedantic? i a, nat in the mood for pedantry.....i'm so smelly/tired/hungry
No, I feel nothing but empathy for you in your confused state.
Choice of 3 now, smelly/tired/hungry?
Do we have to vote?
I vote you're tired.
99 words: me too
Good for tradition in Europe still. People actually celebrate with dinner on Easter Sunday. Here a different story at least this year. Business is down everywhere suddenly. People eating at home more this year than other years.
My brother lived with me for a year.
He was a waiter.
I couldn't get the foot smell out of the room when he left for more than 6 months.
Black socks + black shoes= stench.
spraying chocolate and eating aftershave? oh, wait... i'm just tired...
rest up! dying to know about the fish-deprived woman!
Seems a lot of us are tired today. Have a good rest, and see you tomorrow. I'm with Daisy Fae on the fish deprived woman. Poor thing.
I'd like an extra serving of malarkey when you return, please.
The toast really is lovely.
manuel- I need your help. Somehow I followed a thread from your blog (isnt that always the story...) to another blog by a Dublin woman who posted about Aubergine w/ couscous and some mackeral with chiles. Cant find the damn thing/place/site whatever/where ever I was. Any ideas?
Stay strong!
Those banners look good.
I understand that the bathing of the feet in the purest of pure urine fae 30 virgins, is akin to a gentle summer breeze kissing each toe..one..by..one.
I've located two such creatures so far..
Good luck at your end.
oh Medbh it was so so bad.....
daisy: hee hee hee
silverstar: not that poor let me tell ya.....!
mj: malarky and jam covered toast on it's way
sugarpie: I CAN HAS FOOD.......book looks amazing eh?
killer: did you vote?
jimmy: pah!
I'm sure Sugarpie figured it out from the info you gave but it is I Can Has Cook.
there are powders to sprinkle in your shoes to aid in ending y'alls problem, sugar! ;) xoxox
we had dinner at home because of miss daisy... :D
this is why "mandels" are so popular.
Waiters are a dirty breed, they eat their own.
poop!
Hmmm. Pretty sure I already commented on this, but now I don't see it, and I don't remember what I said. Rest assured it was the funniest comment I've ever left anyone.
rhon: d'oh.....ta for that
savannah: ta ta savannah....just a very long day....way too long
boxer: never gonna happen....ever
old k: you like the thought of that eh....four waiters n one cup eh?
minnow: ditto with my comment
Manuel, MJ sent me here from Infomaniac. Something about partying with the best. ;-)
The toast is a bit dry... I think I'll wait for it to be jammed up tomorrow.
A foot massage can be akin to a spiritual experience after spending so many hours on one's feet....
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