Fayner Posts: This was too silly to not write about, even if it is about my boss Ms. Taylor Muthafucking Rain.
We went out to lunch yesterday at P.F. Chang’s in Woodland Hills, TMFR and I, in her sweet-ass Escalade. The parking lot was as full as it would be if Guy Lombardo was doing a free concert.
In other words, the parking lot was pretty much empty.
But TMFR, in complete TMFR fashion, drove past the free parking and stopped in front of the valet.
“What’s wrong with you?” I shouted.
“What’s up, dawg?”
“You just drove past like fifty free spaces. The valet is actually farther away then the free parking. Are you aware you’re a dumb-ass?”
Apparently she wasn’t aware she’s a dumb-ass cause she still chose to utilize the services of the valet.
“Will he be bringing the car over to us when we’re done with lunch, or will we have to walk through the freakin’ desert to get to the car?”
TMFR paid no attention to me, just paid the valet and walked the extra 200 feet to the restaurant. Porn chicks. Damn.
In other PF Chang’s news, we ran into Mark Davis when we were leaving and are happy to announce that the popular male sex performer does not have cancer.
Did he even have cancer? You may ask. Well, no, he didn’t, but when we asked his what he was up to he said “well, my scene just got cancelled and I’m out for a ride on my Harley” which to both of us sounded quite a bit like “well I just got cancer and I’m out for a ride on my Harley” when mixed with a British accent.