I get all the free air I want. Lots & lots of free air.
That air ain't free pal, it's mine.
Expect a bill in the mail.
I get all the free air I want. Lots & lots of free air.
It's been a while, but when I was involved with the Arizona Restaurant Association, my credit card would periodically be brought back by sheepish looking servers with notes attached to my credit card to the effect of "You know your money is no good here." After a while, I learned to make sure I had $10 to $15 in cash on me when I went into certain restaurants so I could tip the staff.
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I went to the local store to buy beer. The manager stopped me and asked if I'd like more, I said no... I had more than enough. Then he told me not to worry about being charged. I walked out with four cases of beer for the price of two.
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I get all the free air I want. Lots & lots of free air.
That air ain't free pal, it's mine.
Expect a bill in the mail.
One of my co-workers was kind enough to give me the flu. Does that count?
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