Can you post us a picture of that cheeseburger? ;) ;)

There was a pretty old church behind my house that got converted into the largest McDonald's playplace in the 3 nearest counties.

mixing religion and cheeseburgers?

banned

also fast foodchurches sound awesome

did willie quit the internet

He quit I-Mock because Chojin was a downer about ponies

PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS

No meat touching, please!

WEIRDIE BEANS AT WEIRDIE BEANS AT WEIRDIE BEANS AT WEIRDIE BEANS AT

I've never seen it written so neatly.

I sat next to a table of drunken idiot community college girls this evening. I'm sure that makes them eminently fuckable in someone's book but holy shit were they dumb. They were loud, so everyone got to share in their conversation about tube socks, and one of them kept bragging about her 2.4 GPA. One of them stuck her hand in the fireplace because she didn't believe the flames were real. To make things extra classy, when the mexican waiters came out to sing their birthday song to a guy a couple of tables over, one of them waved her arms and sang BLAH BLAH, BLAH BLAH BLAH BURRIIIIIITO.

Didn't believe the flames were real...

you read my mind :O

yesterday i heard somebody exclaim "i'm so hungry i could eat... a dirt sandwich."

Ugh.

I was kind of really hoping the waiters spit in their food.

at a restaurant id say about 60%-80% of the food will be touched by unwashed hands at some point before it gets to you. It could be as many as 3 people too. The cook, the person traying food, and the server.

I feel bad for people who give a shit about germs.

Yeah, my hopes were high because this restaurant had previously been shut down for some exotic Mexican stomach bug infecting a good chunk of the town. Best margaritas on earth, though. I think they pour a whole bottle of cuervo in the blender, and sometimes they serve them with upside-down coronas sticking out of them. I figure I'll drink one of those with my meal and whatever bug makes it through that deserves to go on and duke it out with my immune system.

Usually if I follow my rules (no sour cream, no preservative-soaked meat or lettuce, no pink hamburger), I'm good.

I wish dishes all day and make club sandwhiches for people afterwards. Dishwasher specialty.

i read this as "mexican wrestlers"

I had lunch at a Mexican resturant today and I spit in my own food, just because I hate myself.

montezuma's revenge

I think that was from cracked clay sewer pipes that deliver your drinking water with a twist of cholera, but yeah, something like that.

every restaraunt i've worked at there's a big sweaty mexican (or a little sweaty mexican) who washes dishes for about 10 hours a day getting splashed with slop, and then when he transfers the dishes from the dish pit to the cooks he carries them by holding them up against his sweaty body/trash splattered apron.

That was probably me.

All this talk about cracked clay sewer pipes is making me hungry.