disclaimer: this was back in early spring late one night after live muzac, carting drunk friends for their 3am mcgreasy fix. 2 trick-ass high school girls thought i was yelling at them to turn their shitty muzac down, but in fact i was yelling at my 3 wasted friends who thought it'd be hilarious to blast poppy-shit-country radio in my car while i was pumping gas. the girls later followed us to McDonalds to stick up their middle fingers yet again to me and then they might have said something else. Jesse caught my response on video of me attempting to keep the peace and the rest is pretty obvious
i never saw that filet-o-fish commercial until i saw it on youtube on my iphone. the timing was uncanny. later we learned it costs 11 cents for sweet and sour sauce (per package) if you don't order chickennuggets. we wanted 9 packs of sauce and we ended up making 4-cents on the whole deal. what's this world coming to where you can't dip your fries in complementary sauces besides ketchup?!?!? what's next, charging extra for crappy 3m service?
don't mind Will, every time he gets wasted he insists on talking like a redneck, it's a great measurement of sobriety when it comes time to drive home.
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