Such wild happenings and restaurant stories to get everyone caught up on.

Fin has been in an all out battle with SOLE  for the past few days. What I had hoped would happen on the plate, actually transpired in the alley. They had it coming to them though, that I can say honestly.

Chef lost it on some punk busser from next door who had the ever popular idea of throwing their old bags of garbage onto our back door and well, basically wherever it would land after a weak launch.

Unfortunately for the busser, Chef caught him in the act.

Let’s just say he is lucky to be able to tell the tale today. While the police were taking reports from onlookers, I happened to glance over in Angela’s direction. Seeing her all excited with chest heaving gave me an unexpected flashback and an even more unexpected hard on.

I admit, I did hear the song of the Fin Siren once….ok, twice.

They were just drunken booty calls. (can’t we figure out a better name for those?)

All I really remember about the encounters was her toned bald body. I mean, totally hairless except for her head.

I remember that, and her telling me “You won’t be the same after you’ve had all of this” as she waved her finger as if to point out her good spots.

Whatever, just as I expected.

I am the same, I don’t even remember much…pretty forgettable. Those kinda girls usually are. They think just looking at them is enough of a turn on, why bother making an effort? I prefer the underdog girls that work really hard at giving you exactly what you want.

I’ve got some new Lent ideas for ya, I’ll throw them up later.

Cool?

SQUEAK SQUEAK???

Anyone?

Anyone?