Christian's Messages to the Ladies

Ooo girl. You lookin’ fine. Why don’t you let me take you for a Grand Slam Breakfast? That’s right I said GRAND Slam. I ain’t talkin’ no Junior Slam or Homestyle Skillet, I’m talkin’ classic baby. Two pieces of bacon and sausage, two buttermilk pancakes, two eggs ANY WAY YOU LIKE THEM, topped off with a tall, tall glass of OJ. You don’t like pulp? Oh baby, you know they got cranberry juice. And if it’s your lady-time of the month you’re gunna want that cranberry juice. It’s a natural diaretic, baby. I’ll take you any time you want, 24/7, 365 days a year. Cause they always open, you dig? Baby, you ain’t gunna find no one else who’ll give you this kind of luxury. We can go whenever you want. Do you have a car though?