I waited on them on their first date.

I served them while courting.

I was there on their engagement, and the announcement of their first child.

I found them a wedding singer.

And I waited on them tonight.

Somethings are better then tips.

S. L. Ehrisman (c) 12/6/10


We miss you Frank Zappa look alike.

When the jazz got hot, you cooled us down with Black Russian shots.


Of course!

S. L. Ehrisman (c) 12/4/10

photo by By Steve Truesdell


Why don’t you have sweet tea?

Why don’t you have white bread?

Why don’t you have country fried steak?

Your water tastes like piss.

Your fries are rinky dinky.

I want some of that chippy dippy stuff (Nachos).

I want my steak well done.

Three dollars is too big of a tip.

Ahem . . .

Why are you so ignorant?

Why are you so rude?

Why are you so un-kept?

Why does your wife look like you?

Why do you think you are funny?

There is a reason why the South lost the Civil War . . .


“What’s the difference between the cheeseburger and the bacon cheeseburger?”

After a long pause I replied,


SIDENOTE: Actually the cheeseburger has mustard, no mayo and the bacon cheeseburger has mayo, no mustard. My apologies.

S. L. Ehrisman (c) 11/24/10