Panic Order

Don't you hate it when you sit down in a restaraunt with five or six friends, and you're all terrified to order first? It's like every single one of you is determined to be the most politest-est one in the group, in hopes that someone will say "you're cool, let me get the tip".

And then someone finally breaks the food-ice and begins to order a drink, but changes their mind several times from domestic draft, to some crappy foreign bottled horse piss.

Okay, the drinks have been ordered, you are chugging away, just as happy as Smeagol in a jewelery store. Now the waitress (who looks like Rosie O'Donnell with a comb-over) reminds you that there is still food to be ordered here. So the cycle starts all over again. You order first, but the pressure of have six people behind you waiting to order makes you lose focus and actually shuts off the "Logic" part of your brain. This causes you to order something that looks like this.






     


Now it's time to leave. Thank God this night is over!! How could a night at Applebee's go any worse. And what do your buddies say after all depart and go your seperate ways?
                                                     
                  Buddies : That was fun man. Wanna do this again next weekend?

                                           You: Sure!! Hell yeah!

Fuck my life.....