After he'd consumed his dozen Colorado Goldens at Wild Wings last night, Biggy asked our waitress for a "wet-nap." I told him that if I'd heard him say that while we were dating, it would have spared us both the last ten years. It has nothing to do with the sexual connotations, either. If he'd asked for a "moist towelette" it would have been just as bad. In fact, I'd have been less horrified if he'd asked her for a "lap-dance."
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I love a moist towelette...oh, wait...maybe that's warm leatherette. I'm having a Grace Jones type of morning. :)
what would you call those things? they really are good to have after buffalo wings. wet-nap isn't such a good name, but it is better than calling it a moist towelette.
one time my friend asked our waitress for cutlery. but he is from canada.
True. I deserve to go somewhere nicer.
uh, I believe that was your choice.
Well, between Wild WIngs and Captain D's...
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