It’s late, I’ve been working all week on crunch stuff from work, I could be knocking out work stuff right now, but forget that–I have a war story begging to be told.

A friend of mine from Denny’s Restaurants, Fran Wooters, mentioned that I haven’t posted a war story from Denny’s. Man, where to start? There are so many, and I’ve ended up in the hospital from one of them. For some reason, the first one that asks to be told is a mild one–at least, if you consider strip-o-grams to be mild.