The smell of your stuffy, stale french fries, your greazzzy popcorn-chicken, and the sweet, suphocating smell of your room-temperature honeymustard are causing my stomach to contract and I am sorry if I puke on your shoes.
The End.
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Before we moved to the NEW office campus, and had a spiffy cafe, Chick-fil'a used to deliver to our office twice a day...imagine being SURROUNDED by people eating that stuff at 10:30 in the morning.
De careful lil miss HG...you are so going to offend the chick-fila's society much in the same way you offended the butt-crack society in an earlier post.
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Before we moved to the NEW office campus, and had a spiffy cafe, Chick-fil'a used to deliver to our office twice a day...imagine being SURROUNDED by people eating that stuff at 10:30 in the morning.
Ugh. Just...ugh.
De careful lil miss HG...you are so going to offend the chick-fila's society much in the same way you offended the butt-crack society in an earlier post.
Oh the drama!!
*snickers*
Ewww...that does not look like a healthy breakfast. Or a healthy anything! I hope you were able to escape the fumes in time!
What??? Fried chicken for breakfast is wrong?
Teehee...
She could at least get a chicken biscuit or something.
I'm just guessing, but maybe if she didn't eat the Chick-Fil-A maybe she would puke on your shoes?
(maybe she was hungover...?)
Not that I've EVER been in a similar circumstance (whistles and looks around).
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