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saru-san - 2005-07-26 20:04:41
When she enters the room, hawk a big ol' loogie into the spitoon that'll have been placed conveniently near wherever she comes in. Miss the spitoon, and get it on her. When she raises her objection, tell her, "Them's fightin' words," draw your six-shooter, and blow her away. Fair and square. Texas justice.

Or... something with scorpions. I haven't quite worked it out.
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BigPimpinMBA - 2005-07-27 09:02:03
I'm rooting for Ralph. That other dude is kind of creepy. Here's how you figure out who you want to win: If you ordered a meal, which one would you like to see come out of the kitchen to say that they cooked your meal for you without you feeling a little queasy? The chubby guy or the anorexic with tattoos and potential track marks?

As for your UK boss, there has to be something to do with a gun holstered to your hip and a giant belt buckle with her visage on it.
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Andy - 2005-07-27 10:47:09
Ralph is less slimey and seems to have a better grip on running an entire resturant. Christ. I can't believe I just typed that. I hate reality shows. I hate Hell's kitchen. There is no good tv on anymore and I am too lazy to change the channel.

Shoot me.
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Andy - 2005-07-27 10:48:38
Also, try to use a lot of "Y'alls" and "Howdies" when speaking to the UK bitch. Everyone hates texan's and southerners when they speak that way. It really annoys us.

just trying to help....
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