I’d like to take you out for a $10 dinner.
No strings attached.
Order the halibut – I hear it’s a coldwater delight. And at $8.50, it’s a bargain, to boot.
I’d like to take you out for a $10 dinner.
No, I won’t try to railroad you into 5 minutes in the men’s room. Please. A little credit?
Oh, and look there. Under vegetarian delights…cucumber and port wine stirfry. It sounds terribly tempting, doesn’t it? Yes, and frugally priced. You could order two servings and still be able to the feed the meter afterwards.
I’d like to take you out for a $10 dinner.
No. Not the lobster. At $19.95 a tail, I’m afraid it’s a little too rich for our blood. And pre-emptively, I’ll point out that it’s probably safe to assume that “market price” for the king crab is out of our league as well.
Yes - our league…it’s out of it.
No.
No.
I’m sorry. Perhaps I wasn’t clear. You’ve got a ten dollar dinner coming your way. What part of ten dollars are you failing to grasp? Shall I write it down for you? Perhaps we could call the young man over and ask him to point out each menu item that is priced to our means?
No?
Very well then.
Where was I then?
Oh yes.
I’d like to take you out for a $10 dinner.
7.18.2007
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you can buy me all the $10 dinners you want, but I am not going to stop my post-supper masturbation sessions. Now, are you done with that napkin? Don't judge me!
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