TGIF reader peeps.
After telling you all about Fran, the Dennys' waitress who stole my heart, one of my faithful readers reminded me that nothing lands a hottie like already having a hottie on one's arm. With this in mind, I called my friend Pepe to see if I could borrow one of his cousins to act as my girlfrend on my return visit to Denny's. Of course he said "Si" and for $125 sent over Consuelo - not my first choice for a pretend girlfrend, but a woman nevertheless.
Upon taking our seats at Denny's, Fran quickly appeared and warmly welcomed me back while again calling me "Hon" in an incredibly sexy way I can't describe. Handing me a menu, she eyeballed me like Rosie O'Donnell does a cheesecake, prompting me to break out in a heated sweat that filled the air with the musk of my manly desire.
In a brazen move to steal me from my "girlfrend" Consuelo, Fran turned to get our drink order and lustily brushed my leg that was sticking out in the isle with her own! I can't describe the electricity and heat that I felt, but I'll just say it was enough to make me unexpectantly fart like an electrocuted duck, something no woman has ever made me do before! She apparently didn't notice, and modestly acted like touching me was an accident, even though we both knew it wasn't. I broke out in a rash and maybe the worse case of chicken skin ever from the excitement.
I can't go on right now. I'll finish this later.
Scooter peace out.
Me and fake girlfrend Consuelo
