Thursday, July 26, 2012


I had the super roast beef. Tasted like super roast queef. This was an exercise in discipline and body control. With every bite I took, I got that almost uncontrollable urge to hurl. I really wanted to. Everywhere. On the kid who took my order, on the cattle that were grazing next to me, my seat, the floor, on drive-thru costumers. Literally everyone and everything in that establishment deserves to be vomited upon. I didn't though, I kept my cool. I originally bought a small soda, for I know what soda tastes like and I hardly ever want more than a small, but then found myself upgrading to the supersize in an attempt to cleanse my tongue. Sadly Arby's doesn't have bleach on tap, that would have saved me a lot of discomfort.

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