Is this Richard?”
“Yes, this is Richard” said Richard Widemouth in a voice that was more persimmon than buttercup
“Well I’m James and I want my salad tossed.”
“Yes James I’d be happy to oblige! In fact, Richard Widemouth made six appointments before he was able to leave for his first appointment. Village xxx The phone rang immediately. One day Richard Widemouth was checking for the ad he placed in the Reader. Perhaps “salad” was the wrong word for one of Richard Widemouth’s creations. “Ok,” replied Harry Dangaphippe. “Dude, it would be great to see you. The rubber or cork gasket on the valve seals it tightly
until it is time for the spit to be carefully and discretely disposed of. What a cunt lappin’ douche bag paper…Oh here it is”
Richard Widemouth had just graduated from La Varenne, prestigious culinary school in France, and had decided to start his own business in Chicago.
