If you're ever up in my little neck of the woods and it's getting to be lunch time you know the first place I always suggest is The Diner. Great food, local folk,Johnny Cash on the jukebox, bacon smell in the air...love it.
Well tonight I had to get out of the house, having been cooped up there since my massive head cold set in. So I drug my poor wife to the diner for a quick bite to eat. Fail. I soon discovered that the dinner shift at our diner is a whole 'nother breed of folk. Night Folk.
I won't go into a whole lot of detail but let's just say that I think hair belongs on your head and not in your eggs.
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now...ya know...this kind'a stuff happens all the time here in sprintucky...so's what's ta big deal? i've had lunch ...dinner...heck...breakfast with this guy at the local gag"n"puke just off I70 an south limestone...lots a times...
you should see his sister! hotmomma!
ha. Yes, this brings back some memories.
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