by hatemakerr » Thu Aug 09, 2012 5:09 pm
Yeah the word cooked and Coke confused HER.
I walked into that Chili's knowing two things; I wanted a coke, and TonyC just yelled the N word in public...
Once we sat down I was quite parched from all the pwning I had been doing earlier in the day: seaN/Khoi jokes mostly.
Anyways, I knew this glorious day would call for a tall refreshing Coca-Cola with my meal.
Back then I was quite poor and while my good friends (you) were generous, I couldn't pull an Equis and JUST get a water. Money had to be spent and I was prepared to live a little.
We all cram into this corner circle booth, I assume normally reserved for quinceaneras or something. Logically, Kevin to my right and Kyle to my left. We're all having a good time.
So this Latina waitress walks over to our table apparently some moron says they were ready to order. Where I come from, it's drinks first... then food.
Anywho, Kyle had talking to me about how awesome these nachos were going to be and he was thinking of ordering them. I myself was getting pretty hard in the pants at the thought of those. Completely engrossed in nacho-talk this woman asks me what I want to eat. I was expecting to place my drink order, as everyone who was there that weekend knows it was h-o-t as hell. A fucking coke.
Okay; food: Burger. So right after I say burger, I'm really trying to throw the Coke line in. But rather than accepting the word Coke (what else could that mean?) She like stops, puts the pen down and is like "How do you want it COOKED?"
I really fucked up her life.
Yeah the word [i]cooked[/i] and [i]Coke[/i] confused HER.
I walked into that Chili's knowing two things; I wanted a coke, and TonyC just yelled the N word in public...
Once we sat down I was quite parched from all the pwning I had been doing earlier in the day: seaN/Khoi jokes mostly.
Anyways, I knew this glorious day would call for a tall refreshing Coca-Cola with my meal.
Back then I was quite poor and while my good friends (you) were generous, I couldn't pull an Equis and JUST get a water. Money had to be spent and I was prepared to live a little.
We all cram into this corner circle booth, I assume normally reserved for quinceaneras or something. Logically, Kevin to my right and Kyle to my left. We're all having a good time.
So this Latina waitress walks over to our table apparently some moron says they were ready to order. Where I come from, it's drinks first... then food.
Anywho, Kyle had talking to me about how awesome these nachos were going to be and he was thinking of ordering them. I myself was getting pretty hard in the pants at the thought of those. Completely engrossed in nacho-talk this woman asks me what I want to eat. I was expecting to place my drink order, as everyone who was there that weekend knows it was h-o-t as hell. A fucking coke.
Okay; food: Burger. So right after I say burger, I'm really trying to throw the Coke line in. But rather than accepting the word Coke (what else could that mean?) She like stops, puts the pen down and is like "How do you want it COOKED?"
I really fucked up her life.