Chef2
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So......I'm looking through my wallet the other day, and I just happen to glance at my drivers license.
Yep. Expired on my birthday November 16 this year.
So, I venture on down.
It's a cornucopia of odors when you walk in.
From the stench of cow **** on truckers boots that are here getting their cdls to the horrific garlic and whatever the hell 10 Somalian people eat to a couple different creatures in here that don't believe in bathing to the point that the only way to describe it is RIPE.
I go and pull my number from the way over tattooed gentlemen named Pepe.
And the fun begins.
2 people try cutting without getting a number, and then it becomes something out the Crossed Giblets Of Death with people fighting over the last drumstick.
I'm fairly certain some older something or other just **** their pants and a lady is either watching porn or is trying way too hard to look really interested at a video of Ron Turcotte riding Secretariat.
God help me.
Yep. Expired on my birthday November 16 this year.
So, I venture on down.
It's a cornucopia of odors when you walk in.
From the stench of cow **** on truckers boots that are here getting their cdls to the horrific garlic and whatever the hell 10 Somalian people eat to a couple different creatures in here that don't believe in bathing to the point that the only way to describe it is RIPE.
I go and pull my number from the way over tattooed gentlemen named Pepe.
And the fun begins.
2 people try cutting without getting a number, and then it becomes something out the Crossed Giblets Of Death with people fighting over the last drumstick.
I'm fairly certain some older something or other just **** their pants and a lady is either watching porn or is trying way too hard to look really interested at a video of Ron Turcotte riding Secretariat.
God help me.
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