[ChipWrecked]

I dated two girls from NJ while living in Atlanta. Second one broke my heart. Different story. First one fits the stereotype:

We are having a drink before dinner. She doesn't like her OJ. Yells across the restaurant at the waiter: Yo! Can I have some orange juice that doesn't taste like [censored]' dishwater?

I don't really remember the rest of the evening. I think she talked about how much money she made. I was hoping for a quick death.