I want to be asleepSCENE: Interior, Old Chicago.
PRESENT:
back2me, kazac, control_group, assfingers, some shitbitch waitress that won't shut upEveryone orders, with much annoying chatter and banter between patrons and waitress. Eventually it is my turn to order, and this is what happens:
assfingers: I'll have the personal pizza, with pepperoni, ground beef, and bacon.S.B. Waitress: Do you want bacon or canadian bacon?
EVERYONE: *sudden silence* *shocked glances at each other*
assfingers: *attempts not to ask waitress if she thinks I'm an asshole*EVERYONE: *PANICKED LOOKS*
assfingers, something like 30 full seconds later: Umm, the real bacon.Waitress, very confused: *very confused*
kazac, calmly: You don't want to know. Canadian bacon is ham, though.Waitress, cheerfully: We have ham, too!
EVERYONE: *dies*
