Tofu Eeeeew.
When the restaurant re-opens, my boss is going to add a new menu item for all you fanny pack wearing, meat hating, won’t touch dairy, fairyfied, fat burners. You sissies make me sick. Because of you, everyday I have to serve a shit smelling vegetable and tofu wrap with non-dairy creme sauce. I just want to shove a foot long wiener down your “I rode my bike from L.A.” throat, and beat you with a frozen tenderloin. I want to take a beer shit in your decaffinated iced tea, and squeeze that lemon in your eyes. Oh, by the way, while I’m on my smoke break, I will run over all your bicycles. Looks like you will be walking back to L.A.. I promise I will think of you while I am on this years baby seal hunt. Every time I bash in their little heads, I imagine that their big glossy unsuspecting eyes are yours. Don’t you feel loved?
PS: Liked the video Troll. My favorite parts were “just Google it” 
walker on September 26th, 2008
I loved it when you farted on the cake. How did it smell afterwards? An idea to get at a rude and abusive customer. Fart on his cake
Ex-Restaurant Manager on September 26th, 2008
Tofu is from the Devil and all who eat it are going to Hell. That’s why it smells like O.J.’s socks, so you’ll get used to the stench.
Blondefabulous on September 28th, 2008
Who ever invented tofu should be drug out into the street and shot!
Bob on September 29th, 2008
I agree with walker. If I were in the room when you blasted the cake, I would fulfill all your fantasies and kinks for the whole week as your sex slave returning the favor. You got me so aroused. did you really fart on the cake or was it just sarcasm in its best?