So, here's I is...I been wantin' (pinin' for) a Burger King apple pie for, like, two days. I get myself an appetite worked up swimming (in case you aren't in Georgia, it's only 100 degrees). I get out of the pool, drive all the way to Burger King--they aren't exactly all that common, really--and place my order for a whopper JR (no cheese, no onions), a large frozen coke, and an apple pie (well, duh!). What about this looks anything like an apple fucking pie?.
Go ahead and right click and select "Open Link in New Tab" if you can't tell. Because the answer is NOTHING. And Samedesh, yes literally, can't blame my fucking accent or the speaker because the shit was broken, and I was ordering AT THE WINDOW. Really. You can't make this shit up! And, to add insult to injury they give you this ketchup-sized packet of caramel. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?! At least give me a little cup of the "low fat" caramel so I can dip my apple sticks in it. I mean, does that crazy bitch really think my fat ass is gonna order a whopper, frozen coke, and apples?! It's like ordering a whopper, large fries, and a diet coke. Damn. Just damn.
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