I'm a lasagna boy!

That's why they're called waiters.

After making peace with the ill-tempered waiter at Kate's Kitchen, we headed out to the beach equipped with a bag full of fresh chocolate-chip cookies and a copy of Linton Kwesi Johnson's Independant Intavenshan.
The wind was whipping through the razor wire at Mavericks, but the waves were closing quickly and only windsurfers were out on the water.

The question of the day: Why do mermaids wear seashells?

Because D-shells are too big!