The true north strong and free.
This afternoon my waiter looked like a pedophile.
It's hard to describe what that means.
But you just know what I'm saying...
You just know.
I always go to the same restaurant here.
It's been years.
I have no idea why.
The food tastes like Polonium 210.
The decor is atrocious.
The waiter wishes I was a twelve year old boy.
But it's a "part of the neighborhood"....
Meanwhile, at a party later in the evening a woman starts ranting on about how she loves running the marathon...
I'm like... "Excuse me, who did you eat who ran a marathon?"
She continues on her fantasy rant.
"The Marathon is so great! The marathon is so wonderful!"
I'm wondering what kind of restaurant this place called "Marathon" is.
I'm wondering if the Marathon comes with a side of fries. ..
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