Important notice about the future of Stripcreator (Updated: May 2nd, 2023)

  UnmitigatedHardness  

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The author is a twenty-one-year-old player-hater wasting away in Natchitoches and New Orleans, LA. He has an unquenchable addiction to Dr. Pepper and Kemp's Moose Tracks ice cream. He is a bum.
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Yes, sir. You don't want the eggs touching the plate, and you want lemon with the water but not in it. Got it.
It doesn't work like that, ma'am. You can't get just French toast and just a t-bone. It has to be part of the meal. Those two items aren't a la carte--pardon? A la carte.
Sure, Cheryl, I'll take your tables for the next hour while you sit in the breakroom smoking your extra long Kools. Excuse me? I don't know what Billy told you. Why would I work off the clock?
It's okay that you're taking advantage of me by waiting as long as possible to put me on the schedule, Miss Gloria. I don't mind.
I'm sorry, sir. What did you say? You kind of didn't look at me while you mumbled.The reason I don't have the fiesta scrambler is because you didn't tell me you wanted it. But I'll have it right up.
Sure, sir. I'll get you some more coffee, syrup, A1, silverware, and water. [Even though you're not my table. I hate myself and want to die.] Good evening!
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