I'M OUT LOOKING FOR SOME CRAPPY FAST FOOD TO SHOVE DOWN MY THROAT AND THE GIRLFRIEND SAYS SHE WANTS LONG JOHN SILVERS. SHE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE LONG JOHN SILVERS.
SO THE CONVERSATION GOES
ME: YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE LONG JOHN SILVERS
HER: I KNOW BUT I WANT IT
ME: BUT
HER: WE'LL GO AND I'LL HATE IT AND WE WON'T COME BACK EVER AGAIN
ME: YOU MEAN LIKE SIX MONTHS UNTIL YOU DECIDE YOU WANT IT AGAIN
HER: YEAH PRETTY MUCH
IT'S PRETTY MUCH ONE HUNDRED PERCENT BULLSHIT.
ANYWAY, I GET ME SOME CHICKEN STRIPS BECAUSE I HATE FISH. THEY WERE OKAY. NOT AMAZING BUT I DIDN'T HATE THEM.
THE FRIES WERE GODDAMN TERRIBLE THOUGH. THOSE ARE THE WORST FAST FOOD FRIES I EVER ATE. EVEN WORSE THAN DAY OLD MCDONALD'S FRIES.
FINAL RATING: ONLY WENT THERE BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE MADE ME.
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