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Real Men of Genius salutes you, Mister Flamboyantly Gay Waiter

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Mister Flamboyantly Gay Waiter

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Not many people could have a minimum wage salary and still cop your attitude

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Coppin’ that snotty ‘tude

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Just how, exactly, did you manage to work so many S sounds in the words Pesto Sauce?

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Say it don’t spray it

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And that thing on your face you call a goatee, well, even Seigfreid and Roy would rather get eaten by a tiger than call that a beard.

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But it’s soooo neat and trim

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But what really separates you from the rest is how you can take one really awful Haiku reading in front of three coffee house stoners, and label yourself an artiste.

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Could you be any more pretentious?

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Here’s to you Mister Flamboyantly Gay Waiter. Yes, you put the head in headwaiter. And whatever you do, do not touch our food.


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Mister Flamboyantly Gay Waiter