Everyday Yeah one-thousand three-hundred and ninety-eight

A waiter said, “Everything is delicious.” The table cloth tasted of cleaning products and sand. I could not taste the previous meal. The menu was a menu. You could choose from a variety of options. A lobster dip was ordered. I thought of a live lobster being boiled in ranch dip. I was half interested. A man in a papa suit sitting across from me said, “Scallops are my favorite.” He chose the scallops. A man returned with a notepad. He gave me an ice-tea. I removed the straw and took a sip. Two orders of lobster rolls and a scallop basket were ordered. A woman in mom-skin was very happy. The appetizer arrived in a dish of artichoke, lobster, and melted cheese with a sprinkle of parmesan. The dip was lined with slices of garlic bread. I saw a dog. It was a full grown dog. He had to pee. A man holding a leash waited for him to pee. I wanted the dog because it had a pointed nose and looked like a wolf and did not take a long time to go pee and was happy and curious. The dip was quickly finished. A man played guitar and sang Willie Nelson songs. A small girl danced. The lobster rolls and scallop basket arrived. I was very pleased. Everyone ate their meal. We all drove home. A pie was put in the oven.