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If it wasn't for Ewwie -
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comment and I will
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.
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12/07/08
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Prepare for epic filling of my gallery; maybe!
If I even get to it! Which I hope I do.
BAHAHAHAHA<333!
booyah.
If I even get to it! Which I hope I do.
BAHAHAHAHA<333!
booyah.
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credit for blog;; blog dude.
i love this guy; whoever he is. XD
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diagram;;
self-explanitory.
[look before reading]
This diagram is of the Wendy's drive-through lines. For the sake of argument and for your understanding, lines A and B are completely and utterly fucking wrong. Line C is the absolute ONLY way a Wendy's drive-through line needs to go. So, here's where the story begins.
I went to Wendy's today to pickup the ever-so-delicious spicy chicken sandwich. I pulled into Line C (the correct fucking line) and proceeded to drive forward to the ordering speaker. Low and behold there were three fucking douche-bag anus munchers in lines A and B, making a weird ass fucking diagonal line that does NOT correctly depict the way they need to be for them to order their food.
As I drive forward in line C to get up to the window, lines A and B begin scooting together closely as to say, "Hey buddy. We're next. You have to wait your turn." And to them, I said, "No. Fuck a lot of that shit. I'm in the correct line and you're about to have to wait for me to order."
So what did I do? I moved in front of the person leading the incorrect lines and made my way to the front. To the sounds of honking and the sight of fingers being thrown in the air, I knew I had accomplished something. I made a statement that you're in the wrong fucking line, and now for your incompetence of following simple directional arrows on the street, you will now wait for your food.
They all seemed as if they had banned together to form this group of assholes... As if they all got there at the same time and said, "Hey guys. We were here first and even though we are the stupidest fucking human beings on the planet, we're going to fight together to form a line in the completely wrong direction and make everyone wait for us. Sound good? Ready? BREAK!"
Now, unlucky for me, this is where karma decided it wanted to stick it's stupid fucking nose in my business..
I guess the local Wendy's decided they wanted to server a couple of the delusional dicks before I decided to arrive to the restaurant. How I know this is because as I get to the window and my order was handed to me, I slowly pulled away looking into the bag to make sure the dumbass twats at the window didn't fuck up my order.
But no. That would be WAY too convenient to get someone's order right at least ONCE in the 10+ years Wendy's has been here. In my bag were two orders of chicken nuggets and some old soggy ass french fries that smelled like death. I said fuck that. I ain't standing for this shit.
So what do I do? I pulled back around in line C, noticed there were still a few of the pissed off assholes glaring around and staring into pretty much nothingness. As I pull forward, I notice yet again, there's a gap where they were (not because they don't know how to keep the line tight, but it's because since they chose the wrong fucking lines, there's always going to be a gap because of the AWKWARD fucking angle you have to pull in). So, in essence and my personal nature of hating people, I cut right in there again. To which more honks and fingers flew in the air after they noticed I'd slipped in that bitch of a line once again.
I get to the window and rudely inform the bitch there that she mixed my superhero order up with a fucking douche bag order, and I wanted MY spicy chicken sandwich. I had the other bag sitting in my passenger seat and she apologized and handed me the correct bag ... however she never asked for the old order back to re-fuck-up someone else. So, as I drive around and inspect my ever so delicious sandwich for human saliva, I rolled the window down and launched the shitbag of nuggets at one of the trucks in the shitbag line.
Maybe next time if they don't want me to nugget them they'll either (1) make sure I'm not on my way to Wendy's or (2) decide to use their common fucking sense and form a correct line.
i love this guy; whoever he is. XD
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diagram;;
self-explanitory.
[look before reading]
This diagram is of the Wendy's drive-through lines. For the sake of argument and for your understanding, lines A and B are completely and utterly fucking wrong. Line C is the absolute ONLY way a Wendy's drive-through line needs to go. So, here's where the story begins.
I went to Wendy's today to pickup the ever-so-delicious spicy chicken sandwich. I pulled into Line C (the correct fucking line) and proceeded to drive forward to the ordering speaker. Low and behold there were three fucking douche-bag anus munchers in lines A and B, making a weird ass fucking diagonal line that does NOT correctly depict the way they need to be for them to order their food.
As I drive forward in line C to get up to the window, lines A and B begin scooting together closely as to say, "Hey buddy. We're next. You have to wait your turn." And to them, I said, "No. Fuck a lot of that shit. I'm in the correct line and you're about to have to wait for me to order."
So what did I do? I moved in front of the person leading the incorrect lines and made my way to the front. To the sounds of honking and the sight of fingers being thrown in the air, I knew I had accomplished something. I made a statement that you're in the wrong fucking line, and now for your incompetence of following simple directional arrows on the street, you will now wait for your food.
They all seemed as if they had banned together to form this group of assholes... As if they all got there at the same time and said, "Hey guys. We were here first and even though we are the stupidest fucking human beings on the planet, we're going to fight together to form a line in the completely wrong direction and make everyone wait for us. Sound good? Ready? BREAK!"
Now, unlucky for me, this is where karma decided it wanted to stick it's stupid fucking nose in my business..
I guess the local Wendy's decided they wanted to server a couple of the delusional dicks before I decided to arrive to the restaurant. How I know this is because as I get to the window and my order was handed to me, I slowly pulled away looking into the bag to make sure the dumbass twats at the window didn't fuck up my order.
But no. That would be WAY too convenient to get someone's order right at least ONCE in the 10+ years Wendy's has been here. In my bag were two orders of chicken nuggets and some old soggy ass french fries that smelled like death. I said fuck that. I ain't standing for this shit.
So what do I do? I pulled back around in line C, noticed there were still a few of the pissed off assholes glaring around and staring into pretty much nothingness. As I pull forward, I notice yet again, there's a gap where they were (not because they don't know how to keep the line tight, but it's because since they chose the wrong fucking lines, there's always going to be a gap because of the AWKWARD fucking angle you have to pull in). So, in essence and my personal nature of hating people, I cut right in there again. To which more honks and fingers flew in the air after they noticed I'd slipped in that bitch of a line once again.
I get to the window and rudely inform the bitch there that she mixed my superhero order up with a fucking douche bag order, and I wanted MY spicy chicken sandwich. I had the other bag sitting in my passenger seat and she apologized and handed me the correct bag ... however she never asked for the old order back to re-fuck-up someone else. So, as I drive around and inspect my ever so delicious sandwich for human saliva, I rolled the window down and launched the shitbag of nuggets at one of the trucks in the shitbag line.
Maybe next time if they don't want me to nugget them they'll either (1) make sure I'm not on my way to Wendy's or (2) decide to use their common fucking sense and form a correct line.
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