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Bite my ass, I was 8. |
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we used to go to mcdonalds as hellion teenagers and throw our pickles against the windows and have pickle races as they slid down the glass. during the last dim days of my drinking i got wasted and stopped at wendys to eat and they put pickles and onions on my burger. i probably didn't even say i didn't want pickles or onions but got pissed that they put them on there. i threw them against the window next to where i was sitting. it was lunch time and the place was pretty packed with older folks and i just sat there eating with ketchup and mustard covered pickles and onions running down the window next to me. i think someone said something to me but i don't know. it was a few days before i even remembered stopping there to eat. what a site i must have been. drunken slob throwing my food around a public eatery at noon on a weekday. jesus. |
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if i see your head, i will give it back. until then, try to get along without it! |
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