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I hate the vast majority of fast food joints. On any given Saturday night, you will find me and a group of friends drunk as fuck and looking for a place to "nourish" at. The vast majority of the time I will hear the default standard, "Hey, let's go to Jack In The Box!"
FUCK THAT. I will pay the difference to eat anywhere else. In the end, we'll end up driving around for a half hour looking for a seedy neighborhood in which we will inevitably stumble upon a taco stand which will serve great "drunk" food at a great price. I loathe fast food joints with a passion and I'm sure my friends hate me at times because of this. I am okay with this. Why? Because fuck 'em, that's why. Jam it back in, in the dark. |
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Really? Shit, man... Sometimes the best way for me to kill a hangover is a huge salad with only a little Italian dressing.
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
You would die here in Visalia or, to be more specificall, Ivanhoe. We're surrounded by orange groves everywhere we go. They're second nature to us.
I was speaking idiomatically. |