Slow down there sister, any more work to your face and you're going to beat Joan Rivers in the, "Most Plastic Surgeries EVER," category by the age of 29...AND, if your dress gets any shorter, everyone's going to be able to see your cooter. Also, tub-tops are out and have been since 1983, ESPECIALLY in prison stripes.
g: Hi. We want a restaurant that has atmosphere, we don't care about the food. It's gotta be FUN!
n: In that case I'd probably take a taxicab to A1X (marks on map).
g: OK. Thank you (walks away to go talk to mom who is casually dressed and looks as though she wants no part of the slut-capade that's about to ensue in the Marina).
g mom: And, what type of food is it?
n: It's Italian.
g: What's the atmosphere like? Is it fun? Young?
n: Yes. It's EXACTLY what you're looking for.
Now...who on Earth has zero care about the food at a restaurant and only wants to go and be seen? With her MOM, nonetheless! I mean...REALLY?! C'mon. You're barely cute, let alone hot and no one is going to want to score with you with your mom in tow and I bet, dollars-to-donuts she sure as sh!t does not want to watch you get eye-f*cked by all the douche-nozzles in the Marina. Good luck and Godspeed...I hope you get herpes, you freaking Mensa candidate.
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