Honestly, I thought this place was a steakhouse, we drove all the way out here, Golden Corral closed just as we pulled up.
Only two steaks in the menus, a little 8oz,or a 1 point T-Bone, and you know half the weight is going to be bone.
Fucking Quakers and their elevated race cars over my head.
A steakhouse is a restaurant that sells 50-80 dollar steaks, and everything is usually a la carte. If you can have lunch there for less than 50 bucks a person, then you’re not really at a steakhouse.
So if your in a place in Texas, that only sells steaks, and it’s under what you claim, it’s not a steak house?
Steaks can be cheaper in Texas. So fair enough. But as a general rule, stay out of restaurant that have a lot of shit hanging on the walls, and that have any kind of huge drinks in plastic tubes or cups that you’re allowed to keep.
You just gotta have certain rules. Like I wont drink in a bar that uses plastic cups, or that has 50 gallon trash cans scattered around it. Nor will I drink in any place that has sticky floors, or that has beer for sale for 1 dollar.
How am I supposed to get cups for the house then?
You should have 1 or 2 plastic cups in the house, but you need all the rest of them to match and you have to have equal numbers of several different glasses. You buy them at the store. Or you can get them online. No need to spend a lot of cash. Just get something that looks like a girl would buy it and you’re good. You can use the money that you would save just by having a beer instead of a fruity drink in a tube.
No, fuck that, it’s all one big gay conspiracy. First it’s my cups, then I gotta buy plates and silverware, then curtains, then furniture and laundry baskets.
In the end, I’m buying 4 foot tall metal giraffe statues from Pier One Imports with my Life Partner Larry.
statues.
And I don’t drink.
No no no no no no no no no man. You never buy that giraffe. Never.
But, it is important to have matching shit that all meets some standard of niceness. It’s not like you’ve gotta go to west elm and buy a 1000 dollar rug that isn’t going to last a year. No. But you can certainly go to a burlington coat factory and pick up a box of glasses and one of plates and bowls and shit and a bathroom rug and a nice shower curtain and all that for 100 bucks give or take. Those are functional things. It’s ok as long as the shit serves a purpose. You can get curtains off amazon. Just get plain ones. Get the ones that black out all the light. It saves on your electric bill and lets you sleep late. Any color will do, but if you have carpet then you want to be sure not to clash terribly.
And you definitely need a laundry basket. What the hell man you just gonna let that shit sit in a pile? That’s insane. And furniture is important too. It doesn’t have to be a set. Ideally it’s not a set, but a collection of nice pieces that all sort of just go together without having come out of a bunch of boxes all at the same time. But you need furniture.
And kitchenware. If you don’t have a nice collection of baking dishes and pots and pans and all that, then how will you get women to come to your house and cook amazing meals? A bitch can’t make a roast and bake some mac and cheese and make a cake in this bitch without some proper equipment in the kitchen.
I sleep on the floor. Only faggots have matching furniture and civilware they didn’t raid from Wendy’s.
I’m not sure if that’s true. Man I see people on this forum going on and on about gender and how women are and how men are and blah blah blah but you know what bitches really like? Thick towels that are the same color as the washcloths. They like heavy silverware. They like espresso. They like fuzzy blankets that smell like dryer sheets. They like super, super clean places and greek yogurt, pistachios, a variety of cheeses, wine, big soft beds, good pillows, I could go on and on but I promise you man, I don’t care what kind of beliefs or political or philosophical views a woman might have, all of them like those things. Even if they say they don’t.
Sleeping on the floor? That’s fucking crazy. I’ve got a bunch of discs in the top of my back that are just about out of cartilage and 2 nerves that have been pinched for years. There is no fucking way in hell that I’m sleeping on the floor. It’s not a matter of comfort, it’s a matter of it being impossible for me to sleep on a floor. I would just lay there awake feeling like a fat person was standing on my neck.
Bitches love cheese.
Also grapes. You’ve gotta always have grapes and other small fruits and what not if they’re coming over. Take the grapes and put them in the freezer and when they’re almost frozen take em out so they’re like little ice grapes that crunch when you bite em. The shit is delicious.
They can bring their own cheese and grapes.
That’s true, but then you run the risk or them getting cheeses that aren’t the ones you like the best, and the ho might eat all the grapes before they have time to freeze a little. You can’t trust em like that man. Plus part of the whole bit is that you’re the one who knows what they want instead of you being the one who’s content to just let them make themselves happy. You can get a dog and just let it lay in the floor and be a good dog. Or you can get a dog and play with it and give it treats.
Dude, just say your spiritual and Zen, and she has to sit on the floor and fast.
Hard to explain why each time she shits, she has to use the shower, but Wendy’s is catching on that I have been taking their toilet paper and napkins… so the source dried out. Its spiritual too, just squat in the shower and wipe.
That’s not what really hot girls do man. They don’t shit in the shower or sit on a floor and fast. Plus I think people can usually tell within a few seconds of meeting me that I’m not spiritual or zen.
Trick is, to meet a college girl at a Zen center. Somehow, they equate a decent looking guy contemplating leaving the world and being celibate as fun material, and you can get away with anything if you quote rumi. Everything except the shower wiping. Or needing to borrow money from her.