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My cuz tells me about how he went to MickeyDs and got a burger opened it up and saw later it was just a patty, no buns. He turns back around drives up to the window again and throws it at the person (poor guy/girl gettin food thrown at em). So about a week after my mom was gettin some shit from MickeyD's (diff one) and later checked to see there was just buns, no patty.
This shit is always funny so drop your story. It can be about any resturaunt. Hell any story thats funny even. "I start to think/ and then I sink/ Into the paper/ like I was ink/ When im writin im trapped in between the lines/ I escape/ when I finish the rhyme/" |
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So my sister found a roach in her McDonald french fries... and she had already at from them
Not so funny, but pretty nasty lol "I told you I would show up, screamin' out FNF 'til the world blow up!" "Came from the left, but I'm downright fresh!" O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright~ LupEND Blog www.lupefiasco-lupend.com www.barackobama.com |
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once I was feeling extremely sick. and we were at a restaurant eating dinner. And I just threw up straight on my plate...
...then my mom told me there are starving kids in the world who would die to have a meal, and made me eat it. |
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yeah thats not funny lol. Ima be eyein my french fries from now on... checkin for discoloration and movement. LMAO at nIANjas story "I start to think/ and then I sink/ Into the paper/ like I was ink/ When im writin im trapped in between the lines/ I escape/ when I finish the rhyme/" |
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Ok this one isnt fast food related but it just happened to me. I went to the bathroom in the Junior hall (ima freshman). Theres this kid there with his hair messed up lookin in the mirror. Now my town is like #1 in Jersey for drug use (I thought I should mention this).
So the kid sees me and sticks his ands out like what?. And I just stare at him and say "what?". He says "wanna kiss?". I say "no thanks" and move on. He says "What grade are you in?" I tell him. He says "whats your ethnicity?". I tell him. "where were you born?" I say "where were you born?" he says "Isreal... where were you born?" I say ive lived here my whole life. He says "oh... Im sorry" and he leaves. Fiends make for good stories almost all the time. "I start to think/ and then I sink/ Into the paper/ like I was ink/ When im writin im trapped in between the lines/ I escape/ when I finish the rhyme/" |
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