This is going up late and my head hurts, so I won’t punish either of us with a long blog post. Hope you have a nice Monday. Stay frosty and I’ll see you on Wednesday. Until then, no tax on tips!

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I tip cash because unless Uncle Sam is putting on a crop top and booty shorts and is bringing me my food and drink, Uncle Sam doesn’t need to know how much I tipped.

The following is in jest:
…Uncle Sam in a…ugh!
Couldn’t Lady Liberty, or Ms. Amelia Earhart been chosen for this booty shorts fantasy?
Oh!…my head!
…And I had just gotten over my friend’s fanfiction, about President Ford being an exotic dancer, too. :(
(singing)- “Shake your groove thing! Shake your groove thing! Yeah! Yeah!”
:D

I like it!
We didn’t get an amorous threesome, but somehow…we got a bantering threesome!
:D

So will Ramon see this as a sign and offer Jess a job?

That sounds like a spin-off comic.

“Quiet you” remains one of my favorite rebuttal phrases.

2801 Onward Christian Baristas.

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