Excuse me, sir? Yes, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. No sir, I see that you have a shopping cart, but this is a restaurant. No, I’m sorry, but we don’t carry canned chili here, and if we did, I don’t think we would serve much of it. No sir, I’m not the “fucking President,” but I am the manager of this establishment, and I get to call the shots. And as you can plainly see on our sign, the restrooms are for customers only, so either buy something or stop peeing on the floor.
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Title by: Joe Jones
Story by: Jeremy
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There is no better articulation of what I hoped this story could/would be. If someone made a clone of me, but not actually me, but a version of me that was better and more funny. And, they were given this title to write a story. I would not have been this good.
thanks guys.
Strong work,
joejones