It's amazing what you can get away with when you're in peak physical condition and leave your Versace dress shirt unbuttoned. For a Milisecond I actually believed in that rape culture non-sense that ugly college girls always blab about because this female server at Cheesecake Factory couldn't stop touching my chest and even tried sitting in my booth with me. All I had to do was snap my fingers and she would bring me an A&W Rootbeer refill and clap twice for napkins. She said that she was working two jobs as a server to pay for college LMAO probably attending the University of Heroin. I told her that I would leave her a tip so big that she wouldn't have to worry about paying tuition this year if she let me smoke a cigi at my booth. Food slave said sure, even though she might get fired and gave me a huge piece of cheese cake with my bill. After desert I got annoyed by the two babies behind me crying from the smoke so I just put the cigarette out on the tip line and wrote "$0 Now that you rubbed my chest, here's my butt" hahaha what a time to be alive.