The_Jed wrote: I'm usually a VERY patient guy, but I would've had the irresistible urge (after the 3rd or 4th top off) to reach over and dip her cell phone in the soda.
FTFY
The_Jed wrote: I'm usually a VERY patient guy, but I would've had the irresistible urge (after the 3rd or 4th top off) to reach over and dip her cell phone in the soda.
FTFY
Number 220 on the list of "Reasons why I'm happy I live way the berkeley outside Atlanta:"
Having driven through the sea of "I know you aint finnuh tryne pass me!" berkeleytards in East Atlanta on the way back from our vacation, I finally accepted the fact that I was going to have to stop for gas. Figured I'd grab some lunch at MacDizzles while I was at it, and with the drive-fr00 jammed up with the same numbtards I'd been battling for the last hour, I decided to go in. Big mistake.
After placing my order (they were "out" of a bunch of E36 M3 by the way,) I stood patiently, away from the line, letting people order their food. When they called out "Numbuh sebenty ate!" I started to approach the counter, when this 300lb. pile of E36 M3 bowled her way in front of me. "Excuse me, ma'am" I say in a clear voice. Nothin. "Ma'am, that's mine" I say, much louder this time. Then I see her reach her ginormous bear claw INTO MY berkeleyING BAG, at which point I say "DUDE, which part of THAT'S_MINE didn't you understand?"
I waited while they made me a new order, after explaining I didn't know what kind of berkeleyed up diseases the manimal that stuck her paws in my bag was carrying.
poopshovel wrote: Figured I'd grab some lunch at MacDizzles while I was at it
Mistake #1 
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