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The smell of stale french fries and E.coli coated beef the raw onions and garlic cloves stunk up the kitchen and watered my eyes no ice in the drink machines... but plenty of warm pop Chicken nuggets with 16 new herbs and spices and hot fudge Sundays, without the hot fudge banana splits with rotten bananas and the tomatoes weren't that fresh either the cheese was moldy and the buns, moldier The advertisements claimed "Have it your way" it wasn't my way, it was their way I paid a dollar fifty ordering off the dollar menu it was a ripoff.... I spoke to the manager and the manager spit in my face and said "Have a nice day" it wasn't a nice day, it wasn't a nice day at all....
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
The Dollar Menu
The smell of stale french fries and E.coli coated beef the raw onions and garlic cloves stunk up the kitchen and watered my eyes no ice in the drink machines... but plenty of warm pop Chicken nuggets with 16 new herbs and spices and hot fudge Sundays, without the hot fudge banana splits with rotten bananas and the tomatoes weren't that fresh either the cheese was moldy and the buns, moldier The advertisements claimed "Have it your way" it wasn't my way, it was their way I paid a dollar fifty ordering off the dollar menu it was a ripoff.... I spoke to the manager and the manager spit in my face and said "Have a nice day" it wasn't a nice day, it wasn't a nice day at all....
sadness-on-a-stick
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
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