This topic has been bothering me for a couple days. I’m not supposed to know some fact, according to my friend’s girlfriend, and since he promised her he wouldn’t say, he didn’t say. But he gave clues.
And remember – I may be addicted to guessing games.
The sitch is this: my friend found out some girl we know has never used protection. He was stunned by this fact and said his opinion of her dropped (you can take the boy out of Catholicism but you can’t take the brainwashing out of the boy).
I don’t condone unsafe sex, but I don’t judge. I simply assume everyone’s filthy, and I worry about myself. Actually, I do hold it against girls that sleep with known douchebag-whore men, but that’s neither here nor there.
I had my guesses and made my chart accordingly, but too be honest… I never held any of my options in saintly regard in the first place, or they’re since married (in that order). I think it would take someone close to me that had this bad habit to shock me, and luckily not many ladies I know have daughters (if the mystery woman had a son, this could have meant serious trouble).
(And by "partied" I mean just that.)
In contrast to my friend’s opinion: I’m offended by the tattoo situation. She wants to get a tattoo of her daughter’s name, and it’s going to take two $600 sessions, which my friend swears will probably take her to three of four. She has financial woes of some sort – yet she’s taking a loan for tattoos.
I always pass closed La Shish restaurants in my travels, and it makes me sad that shady underpinnings (a euphemism for alleged terrorist funding if there ever was one) forced them to go, um, under. Although I’d eaten at one of the original restaurants more than once (I assume that either of the Michigan Avenue locations in Dearborn was the first), I always thought it would be great that a local Arab cuisine could go national as a chain.
Oh well. C’est la shish… Other versions of La Shish have popped up in its place, even stealing its logo design, but they don’t have the same momentum as the original. That is why I suggest going another route and follow My Taco Bell Plan.
In only one weekend, I can train any entrepreneur how to climb that mountain of creating a monster franchise and ring that bell at the top!
Step 1) You need a catchy name. Witness how Taco Bell rolls off the tongue. Taaaaco Bell, Taaacooo Belllll. La Shish worked well, but it name is tarnished. My suggestion: Kebob Stop. My other client, Dim Sum Gong, is already achieving some success.
Step 2) Ah, not so fast… you’re going to have to subscribe to my program to learn the rest. For a flat fee of $20,000, I will teach you details to secrets like these: Lego style food design (Taco Bell makes, like, 30 dishes out of, like, eight items), signing a deal with PepsiCo (you have to get Mt. Dew, I promise you), and After Hours marketing (drinking and fast food go hand-in-hand… as does anonymous sex).
I’m also looking for developers for my Pierogi To Go and Taka Sushi restaurants. Act now!