Can we talk about porn?

[Strangler Lewis]

When I was a little kid, we used to take these vacations to Miami Beach. During our stays, my parents would send me down to play in the game room, have lunch by myself at the restaurant and so on (something that probably would not happen today). If I ate lunch, I would sign for the check. The first time this happened, I was ignorant of the customs of tipping. The waitress was nice, so I left her a $10 tip on what was probably a $3 chopped liver sandwich. As an adult, I have realized why my parents sent me downstairs. I hope it was worth $10.

[tracilicious]

Originally Posted by Strangler Lewis

When I was a little kid, we used to take these vacations to Miami Beach. During our stays, my parents would send me down to play in the game room, have lunch by myself at the restaurant and so on (something that probably would not happen today). If I ate lunch, I would sign for the check. The first time this happened, I was ignorant of the customs of tipping. The waitress was nice, so I left her a $10 tip on what was probably a $3 chopped liver sandwich. As an adult, I have realized why my parents sent me downstairs. I hope it was worth $10.

And now your the first kid I've ever heard of that has willingly ordered chopped liver.

[Strangler Lewis]

Originally Posted by tracilicious

And now your the first kid I've ever heard of that has willingly ordered chopped liver.

Runs in the family. Always loved it. Still do, though more by the cracker than by the pound.

What I could not abide were the Cel-Ray Tonics my dad would order at the deli. When I was nine, I stole one of my dad's manhattans, drained it and puked twenty minutes later. I would rather have done that ten times straight than down a Cel-Ray.

That was one nasty drink my dad liked.

Nasty.

Like his porn. Or so I thought at the time.

Now I can pretty much take or leave them both.