The last man I dated was the living embodiment of a Sonic Drive-in: He was lazy, nostalgic, had a thing for women wearing roller skates, and would put deep fried pie in everything if given the chance.
The thing about “secret” menus at restaurants is that they are completely unofficial, which means that the folks there are not trained on how to make them.
Who would have thought it would be McDonalds that would strike the final blow in the “war on Christmas.”
“When I got home I took a shower, got in bed, and wished it never happened.”
Alcohol broke me. It took me from being the proud person I once was to being to a sleazy asshole.
“I don’t think it was her first time. It was too professional. Too clean. It was the perfect McHeist.”
Can we get some cheese please?? Or at least give that one solitary tomato some kind of company in there.
Help us solve this phenomenal mystery.
We miss you.
I’ve never thought about dipping. No more than the average guy. Probably a lot less than the average guy. This has to be because I don’t usually get appetizers at restaurants.