27.5.23


Theresa the waitress took their orders

he hadnt been to a restaurant in a goodly while and was far more interested in talking with friends who he hadnt seen in years than looking through the menu

one deviated from her usual didnt order the breakfast burrito 
                                                                      so he did 
Theresa one thing please could you ask the kitchen to make the eggs as wet as possible  To understand I usually eat eggs raw

Raw? he could see her stomach flip in her face

Yes thas a tell  Ask the cook to cook them as little as possible 
                                                                  Howbout this refrain  The wetter the better
his galpal sitting beside him rapped him in the ribs 
                                                      You really just say that? 
Theresa straightened up smirked 
                                   The wetter the better.

he yesd Theresa an to his cohort I did  True yah

Oh my God.

Theresa smiled at her He took the words out of my mouth.

Quit girls were talkinbout my eggsjust talkinbout how I like my eggs  Wet

Right. they rolled their eyeslaughed together

the gal across the table was clueless 
                                       What's this all about? 
How I prefer my eggs

Yeah. sarcastically How he likes his eggs.

Ya really gotta say it like tha

So how did you order your eggs?

Wet

Ugh.

I second her ugh.

An neither one of you are eating my burrito
                                             Be grateful I didnt order eggs sunnyside up Theresa  make sure they jiggle when you walk 

they looked at one another

The eggs jiggle while Theresa walks

almost over each other Well . . she certainly has plenty to jiggle had you ordered sunnyside up

She certainly do
                 Though Id hate like hell to tip her in the manner or place Id tip a stripper
OH MY GOD!

Ladies  Churchgoers   Each better hit up the confessional Sunday

noon,  Thursday,  25  5. 23
1939,   Saturday,  27  5. 23


euphemistically 
                  he was thinking
in reality
            he was sitting on the pot

one can think or can read

likely fourfive in the morning his second trot


Shaddup Lemealone

Let you aloneO Hell  NO 
                           We woke youinterrupted youyour lucid dreaming so ya didnt soil the bed  Say thank you 
Thank you 
            Though you had a hand in this
NO  No
        You chose to eat hot Italian sausage whichya know doesnt agree with your system thas on you  Quis custodiet ipsos custodes 
Not now 
Yes  Now
           Juvenal Roman poet  not how yare acting  Juvenile 

I knowI know it Who will guard the guards themselves

Was is up to you 
                  Our job when you violate your tenet is not to stop you but have your back when notif things go awry 
Wake you so you dont shit the bed  You are welcome 


he shook his head   it was hot not pleasant Thank you 
                                                           I did hear yas muttering 
Yes Yare a big boy Accountable 
                                  We giggled when you crossed your fingers an thought Mebbe not this time We love your fatal optimism

I ought to listen to myself  I do know better

You do 
       However we understand your    sometimes cruel  gaming

I know better

Until the next time 

   Yah 
           Is a bit of a game

Thas awright got your back  Were game too

AM,  Saturday,  27  5. 23
1215,  Saturday