bakerstreet

except i know the concept of a daily bath and a sink, unlike you.

bowls of soup or stew don't count as bath and sink, waiter.

i don't wash my hands with the food. only an idiot like you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

also not a waiter.

you should be proud of what you are. every food place needs waiters.

i'm not here to wait on you. i'm here to feed you.

and kick your ass if i have to.

I don't see a difference.
in your dreams.

there's a huge difference.
and my dreams are filled with beautiful women, not you.

spoken like a man who knows there's none.
and here you almost had me convinced you have taste.

i have the highest quality taste. in both food and women.
dreaming of you would leave me with no taste whatsoever.

and yet here you are, waiting on people who would eat peanut bars for breakfast, no woman interested in you in sight.