Friday, June 29, 2007

Planet Manola: Sowing Your Wild Oats

Random news, commentary and photographs. Updated at least once every menstrual cycle, if not more frequently. If you are easily offended, do not read on!

"Comfort me with apples for I am sick of love. His left hand is under my head and his right hand doth embrace me." -- Song of Schlomo

Memo to Employees of Wild Oats in South Beach: Although we embrace the diversity of our employees and respect your tongues, we kindly ask that you please refrain from referring to cunninilingus in the presence of our customers. Kind regards, Human Resources Department


Clerk: Yo Ricky, where's Rocko?

Cashier: Lo vi saliendo del carro despues de mamar su geva. (I saw him get out of the car after he went down on his bitch.)

Clerk: How do you know?

Cashier: (rubs hand over mouth): He was wiping it off, man.

Clerk: So where is he now?

Cashier (shrugs shoulders): I don't know.

What if the same conversation had taken place at Kosher World?

Sofi also overhears plenty of interesting conversations ...

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Jenny! said...

I would have been the customer that asked if it was fish or cheese!

Mailyn said...

OMG I just discovered your blog and this post Planet Manola: Tancredolandia made my day. You ahev NO idea how many times I've blogged about the same thing in my blog. It's incredible how stupid some people can be!

Must be back to check your blog.

P.S. I'm in Miami too.

Michael Pancier Photography said...

hysterical....oy vay!!!!

Verticus Erectus said...

You are so bad. And funny. A great combination. Oy Yay!

Anonymous said...

Horrible but hilarious!