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PO'BOYS IS LIKE CRACK,YOU KNOW IT IS BAD FOR YOU, IT MIGHT KILL YOU, BUT YOU GO BACK FOR ONE MORE ROCK. I CAN BEAT THIS THING. NO WAY. THE PICKLE CHIPS MAY BE SO GREASEY THAT THEIR COVERS FALL INTO THE DIPPING SAUCE, LEAVING SOGGY STUFF IN THE CUP AND YOUR FINGERS FULL OF UNEATABLE MUTANT CUCUMBER. THEY LEAVE THE ONIONS OUT OF THE 'JUNE BUG', WHICH IS THE ONLY INGREDIENT IN A 'JUNE BUG'. THE BUFFALO WINGS MAY BE RARE. NOT A GOOD WAY TO EAT FOWL. THE DIET COKE MAY BE FLATTER THAN YOUR DATE FOR THE PROM. EVERYONE AT THE TABLE WILL TAKE A BLOOD OATH AND MAY EVEN TAKE THE PLEDGE TO NEVER RETURN. IN LESS THAN A WEEK,A COLLECTIVE -SCREW IT-WILL ECHO AT 11;20 AND OFF WE GO TO PO'BOYS ON COLLEGE. THURSDAY WAS ONE OF THOSE DAYS. OO,MAINFRAME,AT,DAL AND MR. MIKEY HEAD OUT. FLOPPY,AS USUAL, WILL MAKE HIS GRAND APPEARANCE FIVE MINUTES LATER. THE SKY IS HIGH SO WE DECIDE TO EAT ON THE DECK. WE ENTER THROUGHTHE INSIDE SO OO AND I CAN SNATCH TWO HOT C-CHIPS--95 CENTS A POP--PUT IT ON THE BILL. THEY ARE THE BEST DOWNTOWN COOKIES WHEN HOT AND MADE WITH MILK CHOCOLATE. TODAY THEY ARE SEMI-SWEET. GOOD NOT GREAT. SEATS ARE TAKEN AND THE SERVER IS QUICK. SHE IS HELPFUL BY POINTING OUT TWO ORDERING OPTIONS WHICH WILL SAVE DAL AND MAINFRAME A BUCK EACH ON THEIR TABS. ORDERS TAKEN,DRINKS DELIVERED, FLOPPY ARRIVES. HE IS GOING TO HAVE HIS BEAK TWEEKED NEXT WEEK AND IS OBSESSED WITH THE DETAILS. WE ARE ABOUT TO EAT,SO WE STEER THE TABLE TALK AWAY FROM NOSTRIL BOY. MAINFRAME HAS HER STANDARD GRIPE ABOUT THE 50 CENT SURCHARGE FOR EXTRA DRESSING AND TODAY SHE IS NOT EVEN EATING A SALAD. THE SERVER HAS BECOME A BIT SURLY ABOUT REFILLS AND SUCH--NEED TO MOVE THE TABLES THE PLACE IS LOADED UP. MY BREAKFAST PO'BOY IS TOPNOTCH AND ONE OF THE BEST BARGAINS IN TOWN--POUND FOR POUND. THE CAJUN FRIES COULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAJUN. WHO AM I TO LOOK A FREE EQUINE IN THE PIE HOLE? I'M ON DAL'SDIME--PAYBACK FOR A RIDE UP THE HILL TO WORK FROM JAKES BRAKES ON PERSHING EARLIER IN THE WEEK. GEE I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A SECOND COOKIE FOR DESSERT--UNDER MY J-BOYS LAMENT --THESE COOKIES ARE NO GOOD AND THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH OF THEM. THE LUNCH CREW NOTE THAT THE DECK IS A MESS--STICKY TABLE--STRAW COVERS AND NAPKINS ABOUND ON THE SKINNY BAR BENEATH THE FLAT SCREEN TV. AN ADD-ON WHICH,NO DOUBT, CAUSED A SPIKE IN PRICING. SMALL PRICE TO PAY FOR SPORTSCENTER ON A WIDE SCREEN.KETCHUP BOTTLES ON THE BAR HAVE FALLEN LIKE DOMINOES. THE TOPS OF THE TABASCO AND CRYSTAL SAUCE BOTTLES ARE CAKED AND CRUSTY. BUT WHO CARES THE STUFF STILL COMES OUT AND IT IS REALLY A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD UNTIL I REALIZE THAT THE DECK WAS INSTALLED FOR TWO REASONS.
INCREASE PROFITS AND TO DEFEAT THE NO SMOKING LAW..IT WAS NOT A PROBLEM UNTIL A TABLE OF SIX MARLBORO MEN BEHIND US DECIDE TO TORCH UP AT THE SAME TIME. THE DECK IS NOW EN FUEGO. WITH OUR NOSTRILS UNDER ASSAULT AND FEELING A CLOSER KINSHIP TO FLOPPY,WE SETTLE UP AND SCOOT. SOMEDAY I WILL HAVE A RESTAURANT. I DREAM OF TWO DECKS. ONE AT MY PLACE FOR EATING AND ONE AT PO'BOYS FOR SMOKING.