I went to Burger King for dinner and got myself a BK Stacker meal. It's like a Big Mac, but without the lettuce, onions, or pickles (unless you ask for them and they charge $.15 for lettuce), no middle bread slice, but it has bacon and everything is better with bacon. So I get my combo, come home, and I'm eatting it because The Wife and The Kids are at the parade and I'm fighting a cold still. Well I pull the scratch off tickets for the Indana Jones contest and I managed to win 3 Crossandwiches. So in the morning, I'm taking The Wife to breakfast, courtesy of the Burger King. I know, I know, but I'm a hopeless romantic.
Easy to explain. You have no soul due to your chinaman heritage, so it's perfectly normal for you to not like onions. Chinamen, hippies, and the Irish.
Although it is true that the Irish have no soul, research has actually shown that they do like onions.
Yeah, I saw your post where you mix in the produce section in your beef. Onions = vegetables = cucumber = Alabama dildo.
It's not a burger if it doesn't have onions. Pickles, however, must be off to the side, not contaminating the bunly goodness.
I've gotten food poisoning from eating there. Had it happened in the US, I could have sued their ass.
Interesting that this thread is here for me to rant in. There is a [-]Burger[/-] Fail King right around the corner from where I live- I didn't eat there often but it was a convenient drink stop and their ice tea was pretty good- you know how the ice tea is hit and miss from place to place. Well, their problem is that they are slow, and stupid, and today was the final straw. Ordered 3 drinks and asked for a drink carrier- they didn't have any drink carriers. There was a small box sitting next to the girl on the counter, so I grinned and tossed her a hint: "How about a small box?" She looked right at it, then around her, then told me (in a snide, 'you're putting me out' air) that she could go look around for one but that it might take a few minutes. So then I told her to forget the drinks and asked for a refund, and with the same attitude she huffed off to find the manager. At that point I was at about 300 degrees C. First time I've left rubber in the new car, I think. If there had been a cop anywhere within a block I would have gotten tagged for careless and reckless. They're probably yukking it up about how I left without the drinks OR the refund, not realizing I will NEVER go back there. Enjoy the profits, assclowns. The sad thing is that a) it would have been okay except for the attitude of the dropout working the drive through, and ; b) the place has a history of being a gigantic bowl of FUCKING SUCK! Took me a few minutes to get my blood pressure back down out of the stroke-danger zone.
You allow soft drinks with covers and straws in your new car???? That's just crazy man. No drinks in the car. NOt even for YOU!!
