What it’s like to eat in London’s naked restaurant:
A new eatery open in London recently that seems to be the rage in the country. For the life of me I can not figure this one out.
Lately I have found Forrest Gump to be a very wise man. I have used him frequently; you can call him a spokesman for The Goomba Gazette.
To start with anyone that eat naked, I hope they drop something very hot on their lap and put the burn the hell out of Mr. Jones or Pussy Galore.
No one can convince me that all the kooky customers in the over the top eatery are not sizing everyone that walks by them to see how big and firm the ladies tits are and how John Henry is hung.
Personally, when I go out to eat, I go to enjoy the food I ordered and the company of the people I am with. I do not want to be distracted by someone that got up off the throne too fast and left some toilet paper hanging from the crack of their ass.
Am I getting a bit raunchy with this post; you bet your ass. That is how ass-a-nine I think this trend is and what idiots the people are that participate.
I don’t know the prices on the menu; London always takes your eyeballs out anyway but I will go out on a limb and say that the owner is charging a big buck for these fools to make bigger fools of themselves and laughing all the way to the bank.
Maybe at halftime; instead of having Karaoke contest, the eatery will have a biggest dick contest and or the biggest jugs match-up.
There are more fools in this world than I thought. As of April 2016, there were 16,000 names on the waiting list to dine in the dump. Absolutely insanity.
Give me a good old steak at Longhorn Steak House and call it a day. I don’t need all of the other trimming to make my day. Medium rare, with mushrooms and onions please.
Insanity looms heavily around every corner in this nutty world.
When you thought you have heard it all; up jumps the devil.