Dear Dairy Queen,
You gave me food poisoning. I now hate you with a passion.
Dear Lindsay,
When you are 50 and have fucked up your life, or whatever you think is going to happen, please go work at Dairy Queen again and teach them how to cook chicken.
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I read "chicken" as "children", and had to do a double take.
ReplyDeleteI called them about this when it happened, and they offered me free food.
ReplyDeleteYES, I WOULD LOVE TO EAT MORE OF YOUR SHITTY DEATH FOOD. THAT'S A SOLUTION, RIGHT THERE.