“I’m going to give you an eight dollar tip,” Premium Wood said, signing his credit card slip.
“Okay,” I said. “Thank you.”
“This way you can tell everyone you got ate tonight.” He cracked up laughing at his own joke.
“Thank you for caring about my sexual well-being,” I said.
“Did you just thank him for caring about your sexual well-being?” Boobs LaRue’s boyfriend asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“I just want to make sure I got that right for when I tell them over at the Legion,” he said.

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