qeewsaede – n. a Mexican food restaurant that has run out of guacamole
“You can never have too many hamburgers when you’re on vacation like us.”
– a lady customer at a fast food joint
nugnin – n. a restaurant that is closed on a random day of the week, like Tuesdays.
Based off the following post:
Harry Brown and Mildred Jacklesmith once had a great idea.
“Why don’t we scam people?” Harry Brown said.
Mildred, obviously in agreement, shouted at the top of her lungs. “YESSSS!!!!!”
And so a company was born. It was named Local Exchange and it was in San Dimas, California. Or maybe it was in Villaverde. Is that even a city? To tell you the truth no one really knows what city it actually is in. Not that it matters because absolutely all of their business would be conducted over the phone.
Local Exchange invested in a phone number that provided unlimited calling and texting. Obviously, to scam people you need to call them unlimitedly and text them non-stop. Otherwise, the whole scam thing doesn’t really seem very scammish!
The first order of business was to create the scam. The scam of all scams. A scam that everyone would believe but only the smart people would question and only the smart people would see it was a scam. People who were smarter than them, even. But that’s not the target market, now, is it?
The scam had been planned out in a matter of days. First, they would call a random number and ask to speak to the “owner of the phone” to make it sound official. Once they had the owner of the phone, they would tell them about the grand prize they had won and how everyone knows them locally but to get notoriety in different parts of the country, they were expanding their random 6-day cruise prize to different areas of California.
Once the person had given them their credit card information and social security number, they would hang up and begin to apply for credit cards and home loans with their information and take out cash advances. And then they would invest that money into online payment systems.
Yes, life was grand in the most successful scamming company of all time. Local Exchange posted huge profits and Harry and Mildred bought huge mansions once owned by drug dealers who fell victim to the scams. Poor drug dealers lost their drug dens, but they weren’t the only victims to the grandest scam of all time.
I will now tell you about a lady who was down on her luck. She thought she was the luckiest person in the world and won a free 6-day cruise to New York from California. Oh, what a joyous occasion it was. And all she had to give them was her name, address, social security number, and driver’s license number. Overnight, this wonderful, nice lady had transformed into a blathering hobo asking for change at bus stop benches. The day before she had been a worker at McDonald’s but when it came about that another Emelia Prancasa applied for a job at Burger King across the street with the same information as “Our” Emelia, that’s when McDonald’s fired her. They couldn’t have a worker working at two fast food restaurants at the same time. That would be espionage in the making!
Poor Emelia. She can no longer work at any fast food restaurant because she became the most notorious fast food restaurant quadruple agent ever to be known. Too bad she wasn’t hot cause she was quite ugly and not very attractive to boot. Sometimes ugly people can be attractive, but sometimes they are just stupid. Like Emelia. Because she thought she won a 6-day cruise when in fact she won nothing and lost it all.
Moral: Don’t give away your private information to random people who call you on the phone telling you you won a 6-day cruise.
::Everyone is eating dinner at a restaurant near a window::
::davepoobond’s dad goes outside to smoke a cigarette::
::Everyone keeps talking::
::dadpoobond goes up near the window while he is smoking and shakes his head, nods his head, acting like he can hear and is part of the conversation::
– at a Mexican restaurant, 6/19/07
Q: Did you hear about the black guy and the Mexican who opened a restaurant?
A: It’s called Nacho Mama.
Q: When is it time to reconsider what you do with your wealth?
A: When you spend $400 on escargot at a fancy French restaurant.
Q: Know why the Indian got a table at the restaurant?
A: He had a reservation.
Are you confident? Answer the next 5 questions, and tally up your results at the end to see your fate.
If you scored 12-15, fuck you. No one likes a liar.
A score between 8-11 means you’re probably normal, but who are you really fooling?
If you score between 5-7, you’re low on the confidence scale. Don’t worry, it’ll only get worse from here on out. I could tell you all this sanctimonious bullshit about how it could get better, but really, you’re probably depressed and the only thing that will make you better are drugs. And lots of them.
If you scored less than 5, you’re probably already doing drugs.
A new celebrity restaurant chain is opening up nationwide.
It is a partnership between Kareem Abdul Jabarr, Ryan Coffee, and Sugar Ray Leonard.
They’re going to call it: “Coffee, with Kareem and Sugar”
A man goes into a restaurant, sits down at a table and an attractive young waitress comes for his order. He gives her a smile and says, “I want a quickie.”
She turns red in the face and ahems, “Sir, I don’t know what kind of restaurant you’re used to eating in, but I can assure you you’re not going to get a quickie here!”
“How disappointing,” the man replied. “Could you ask the chef to make an exception?”
“He doesn’t have anything to do with it!” says the waitress indignantly.
“Hmmm,” do you know anywhere around here where I could get a quickie?”
“I’m SURE I don’t know,” answers the waitress loudly.
A patron from the next table leans over and taps the man on the shoulder, “I think it’s pronounced QUICHE.”
Our family-owned restaurant is the setting for many of our discussions about how to handle the customer who asks, “What’s good tonight?”
Obviously, we would never serve anything we didn’t think was good. I braced myself one Saturday night when I heard the dreaded question posed to my husband.
He calmly replied, “Anything over $13.95.”
Enjoying her vacation in Hawaii, Lisa called a cafe to make reservations for 7 P.M. Checking her book, the cheery hostess said, “I’m sorry, but all we have is 6:45. Would you like that?”
“That’s fine,” Lisa said.
“Okay,” the woman confirmed. Then she added, “Just be advised that you may have to wait 15 minutes for your table.”
My wife and I were having lunch at a fashionable eatery in Annapolis when we noticed what looked like a familiar face at the next table. Screwing up my courage, I asked, “Excuse me. Aren’t you Marlin Fitzwater, the former White House press secretary?”
“Yes, I am,” he acknowledged, and graciously interrupted his lunch to talk to us.
As we were leaving the restaurant, I remarked to the hostess, “Do you know you have Marlin Fitzwater on the terrace?”
“I’m not sure about that,” she replied, “but we have Perrier and Evian at the bar.”
Our manager at the restaurant where I worked was a friendly, jovial man. But there was one subject you didn’t dare discuss in front of him — his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it.
One day he stormed through the door and announced angrily, “Someone just picked my pocket!”
Most of my fellow waitresses and I were speechless, except for one who blurted out, “How could anyone stoop so low?”