The Broner with a Boner
- Oct 11, 2017
I wouldn't touch either one of those, really.It's late as hell in Tennessee and we've been driving all day. No energy or motivation to even get fast food. While we stop for gas, I nip into the gas station and buy chips, soda, and some frozen Hot Pockets to heat up in the motel microwave. One for me, one for my little brother.
I have no idea how two identical Hot Pockets, with the same date of manufacture, ended up with one completely normal and one just a log of mold. I opened the plastic and beheld a frozen-yet-thriving colony of green and black the likes of which I had never seen. If a gas station in Memphis turns out to be the ground zero for an Ork invasion, we'll know why.
Next time, just say no mayo.After my Mom and I went to the grocery store, we stopped by Burger King for 2 Whopper hamburgers; which I would get with a buy 1 one get the other free! coupon. So after paying for my food and arriving home, I decided to inspect both my hamburgers before eating and...
They were covered in MAYONNAISE!
Yes, you read that right. Both Whopper hamburgers were completely smothered by mayo, and all the topping like the lettuce was soggy from the nasty excess tard cum. I attempted to eat one after removing as much mayo as I could while adding extra tomato as a bonus. Unfortunately the hamburgers were deemed inedible by the dreadful mayo and after another terrible meal from BK with their chicken sandwich, I decided unless I'm starving and eating BK was my only option, then I would eat there again. But if I had a choice I would make my own homemade Whopper.
Sometimes I pop by one particular Taco Bell before buying groceries and I've found that it must be where all the crazy people hang out. I swear there is at least one nutbar is gonna be in there when I'm trying to eat my shitty tacos. Today I walk in and immedietly I see a very, very, very, large woman in ill fitting clothes, voluptuous folds spilling forth from the all turquoise ensemble. Turquoise also was her hair, and there was a My Little Pony toy on the table. She was loudly having a conversation with the manager who turned out to be her mother, though they both looked the same age. I would actually assume she was older than her mom because she kinda....looked bad. I should note that her voice was like a softer, more feminine, Grover from Sesame Street. A family came in and was in line for a while, and the Turquoise Terror kept talking to this small child about MLP. The toy was apparently going to be a Christmas present and not for her, but you could have fooled me.
Other characters I've seen include an old guy with really bad dreads that oggles college girls, and a schiophrenic black lady that sometimes steals plants and shits outside the building.
In my case, it was a mishap with cheap-ass dark blue dye (thankfully, I only dyed tips and it washes out fast), but otherwise, I agree. Pink or turquoise = Avoid At All Costs.What is it with turquoise these days? It's like anyone who has turquoise hair needs to be avoided at all costs.
No? You rarely see the franchise owner, or the bigwigs if it’s one of the rare company stores. The general manager-yeah. Assistant managers, yeah.Who works at a McDonald's and doesn't fucking know the specific building owner? Do they not give you this information when hiring? No wonder the hiring quota is so low for McDonalds.
If I saw that I would flip my shit. Why would anyone even do that?*not for the week stomach to read*
One time I walked into the restroom of a fast food place ( Bojangles) and I found period blood smeared ALL over the wall. There was toilet paper available, so I'm not sure if the blood was an artwork or just a sacrifice to Satan..? I walked right out and waited for someone else to discover the masterpiece...utterly gross!!