Spatch & Bluq. went to P.F.K. tonight (that's Les Poulet Frites de Kentucky or
The Chickens who are Frying for Kentucky for all you non-bilingual acronymily challenged
folks out there).
S & B had the chicken ceasar salad "deal." The nice lady who served us told us that even
if you have 500 of the nicest people in the world ordering chow at your restaurant, it
only takes one crabby bastard to totally mess up your day.
Spatch was saying that he worked a record nine hours this week at
hmv.com.
After, we went to palasad.com to play pool. Le Bluq. won all
of the games except for one.
Bluq also ordered a *Snowball Express* which was an interesting ice-cream ball covered in
coconut sprinkles.
Next, Bluq. took Spatch. home and called his girlfriend from Spatch's telephone.
Bluq. wished Artsy a good night and then went back to his office, where he is presently working
(albeit not as intently as he should).
Then again, Bluq. doesn't like the 11pm-7am shifts.
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