Open letter to the Wendy's Server from last night:
all I had money for was a cheeseburger. I was hungry and I wanted to hurt my manager Paul from ice cream world. Whether you know this or not, you made my night. I know you probably got shrapnel for combining orders, but I thank you for those extra fries and chicken nuggets (those I gave to my sister... not a nugget fan). You made my night.
On another note, what is it with the red hair? Did you bleach and dye your hair red and then it grew out or did you purposely dye in those roots with it... if so, I think you need to check the ratio of root to colour because you have entered the white trash ratio.
*smashes the sliding doors before you call me a fucking retard*
cl0ck
all I had money for was a cheeseburger. I was hungry and I wanted to hurt my manager Paul from ice cream world. Whether you know this or not, you made my night. I know you probably got shrapnel for combining orders, but I thank you for those extra fries and chicken nuggets (those I gave to my sister... not a nugget fan). You made my night.
On another note, what is it with the red hair? Did you bleach and dye your hair red and then it grew out or did you purposely dye in those roots with it... if so, I think you need to check the ratio of root to colour because you have entered the white trash ratio.
*smashes the sliding doors before you call me a fucking retard*
cl0ck
wish that shite would happen at a bank drive-thru.