Wow, what a good fucking dinner that was.

Everybody, everybody full, everybody get what they want

and everybody say to, oh, Aaron's a ghost.

I ate so much, I'm a ghost.

They got my order wrong.

I didn't want to make a huge deal of it.

You screamed at the waiter.

You berated him.

What do you mean, not make a huge deal out of it?

You grabbed him under his lapels and shook him so hard.

I didn't want to make a big deal of it to the management.

Oh, I expected.

The peons who fuck up my shit, they get my wrath.

But.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yeah.

I think it was my fault too because I don't even know what I said

because obviously I'm a vegetarian so like,

there's gonna be some substitutions when I'm placing my order.

I guess what he heard was,

when everyone else gets their smooth food,

just smack me hard in the back of my head.

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