bollinger
jeez, reduce me 2 a helpless, quivering mass of protoplasm, why doncha?
and all before we even got our breakfast orders (which seemed to take fuckin 4evah to make, bei the weg; peeps r allus doin that eggs, scrambled, bacon routine in here. i aint been here that long, and i already know how everyone likes his/her eggs: sunny-side-up for muffin, poached for tardis and coddled for mr egg cup catchoftheday.)
well, as tha potential lickee id still have my appetite, but for tha rest of you toe-chompin, ear-suckin pervs, it mite b a diffrunt sto-ree (if u get a whiff of my drift)
hee hee, as beretta8 says...
kill me now, or fuck me first?
but, either way, not until weve had breakfast!