||[Aug. 2nd, 2006|03:19 pm]
Two nights ago, David and I went to this dark little Italian restaurant for some pizza and there was this noisy group of Texans sitting at the table next to us.
Right after they got up to leave, I smelled something gross.
I say "David, do you smell Heroin cooking?" he jumps up and says "Oh my god!".
One of those fools had thrown their napkin on a lit candle and walked away.