It should be a law that every sit-down restaurant be closed on this day. I fricken hate, hate, and I mean hate working on Sundays. I hate the shit-asses that converge in restaurants on Sundays.

The first losers to arrive are the; Oh my god, now I know how Keith Richards does after a night of drinking, screwing, and snorting loved ones crowd. These people smell like bad gin, vomit, and hot dogs. Don’t ask me why. The only currency they have left is a hand full of sticky change.

Next comes the; I helped think up dirt crowd. They smell like burnt carrots, baby vomit, and poop. Don’t ask me why. Ironically they also only have a hand full of sticky change.

The last to arrive is the; I just told this invisible dude, no one can agree on his name, everything I did bad. And his official spokesman assured me that all was forgiven crowd. I wouldn’t mind them congregating here after church, if I weren’t afraid of lightning. They smell like money. However, I’ll be damned if I’ve found any on them.

Anyway, on a happier note, I found a great recipe that has absolutely no calories and it’s totally fat-free. It’s a cookie recipe from Ali. Visit her recipe “Fantastico Cookies”