..and i like the high end steak houses like lowry's and ruth's chris. but i'll also go to the shitball steakhouses like outback and black angus. i'm there. it's steak. not so much black angus though, 'cause remember how friendly the ads for black angus used to be? they were, c'mon in have a steak! how about a baked potato?
and you're like, fucking how about yeah!? see you tomorrow night. table for two, 7:15.
..we'll start you off with our appetizer platter. featuring five jumbo deep fried gulf shrimp, served on a disc of salted butter with fifteen of our potato bacon bombs, and a big bowl of pork cracklings with our cheese and butter dipping sauce.
um, we're all gonna split that...
oh you'll each get your own! Then, we'll take you to our mile long soup and salad bar featuring bacon and cream soup and our fine iceberg lettuce he-man salad, served in a punch bowl, with 18 pounds of ranch dressing, pork stuffed deep fried croutons and what the hell, a couple of corn dogs.
uhhhh hey man, i tell ya what. i'll just get a mixed green salad.
hey! i'll suck a cock on the golden gate bridge before i'll bring ya a mixed green buddy!!
then we'll wheel out our bottomless trough of fried dough!
what? wait a minute, am i gonna get a steak?
oh you'll get a fucking steak!!! cause then we'll bring out our 55oz. las mesa he-man steak slab, served with a deep fried pumpkin stuffed with buttered scallops and 53 of our potato bacon bombs.
ohhh dude i don't think...
and then bend over abigail mae, 'cos HERE COMES THE GRAVY PIPE!!
what?!
black angus, doors are locked from the outside, faggot!
at black angus your name is peaches.
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