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Well howdy-dooden everybody?
Went to Dennys tonight. I came with 6 people. We left with 5... and the saddest story human ears have had the discomfort of receiving. Or eyes... reading and so on and so forth JUST READ
The crew assembled at Ricky's house minus Mithai. Me(Brian), Katie, Chris, Ricky, and Samuel. Most of you don't know Samuel. Samuel might have been my soulmate, but who knows now, because he's DEAD
Mithai met us at the Dennys, and it all started off great. Our server was going to put us at a table under an AC vent, but I was like shit that would suck, and he read my mind waves. BREAD
We went to a better table, with power windows and highest rated in it's class safetly belts. There we sat down and pondered what we were going to eat. We all quickly ordered. I thought about tire TREAD
We probably sat down around 11:30. We ordered around 12:00 and we were having a good time. Samuels food came very fast, we thought "wow what great service!" so he started chowing down on his steak and eggs. He must not have noticed the cyanide pill that was injected into his steak. He died very quickly, and we all pointed fingers at each other. It wasn't going to end well... LEAD
I'm tired of writing words that end in EAD. So the rest of the story is in big-fat-paragraph-mode-like-normal mode.
It came down to playing a game of clue, with our lives hanging in the balance. I got too close to Carmen Sandiego and one of her henchman threw a sword at me and I totally dodged it, but I was told that I was a "gumshoe" (???) and that I was on the right track. Right after that I realised(you know you like that spelling) that I had imagined the worst: I never had a soulmate friend named Samuel. No one ordered steak and eggs. No one ingested a cyanide pill by accident. I had made this all up, and I was just standing still in one spot with my mouth caught in a suspended dangle close to 3 inches below my upper jaw. I drooled a little. It was embarassing...
So we got in, sat down and ordered. I didn't get anything, Mithai and Katie got shakes (Mithai's shake was kick ass), Ricky got "Fabulous French Toast". I made fun of him for that. He's fabulous. Chris got a big fatass cheeseburger and ended up farting things that shouldn't be released from inside a human being. It's as if something died. Then something ate that thing that died. Then the thing that ate it died. Then it was put in a barrel underground and fermented for 8 months. Then it was brought out and layed out in the sun for 48 hours straight. Then it was peeled and sprinkled with shit and garlic, and onions. Then it's skin was replaced. Then it was urinated on and marinated in it. Then Chris ate it and farted it out.
Back to the story, Rickys french toast ended up taking like an hour to make for some reason, and we got the shakes on the house, which was cool. Katie waited forever for her hash browns and they ended up sucking. Oh well, you win some you lose some. I just got water because I'm smarter than the average dennys consumer. Ricky and I dominated on the conversation the whole night, which was strange because Katie and Chris didn't say anything at all. Normally Chris is a talker, but I guess he was tired and full tonight. Mithai threw in her two cents, which is always great because Mithai is amazing. She's the coolest girl I know. Two cents from Mithai means like a billion dollars from you fuckers at home
So then we left and parted ways and thus ended the Dennys adventuar tonight. What a waste of time this was for you readers, mwahahaha
Went to Dennys tonight. I came with 6 people. We left with 5... and the saddest story human ears have had the discomfort of receiving. Or eyes... reading and so on and so forth JUST READ
The crew assembled at Ricky's house minus Mithai. Me(Brian), Katie, Chris, Ricky, and Samuel. Most of you don't know Samuel. Samuel might have been my soulmate, but who knows now, because he's DEAD
Mithai met us at the Dennys, and it all started off great. Our server was going to put us at a table under an AC vent, but I was like shit that would suck, and he read my mind waves. BREAD
We went to a better table, with power windows and highest rated in it's class safetly belts. There we sat down and pondered what we were going to eat. We all quickly ordered. I thought about tire TREAD
We probably sat down around 11:30. We ordered around 12:00 and we were having a good time. Samuels food came very fast, we thought "wow what great service!" so he started chowing down on his steak and eggs. He must not have noticed the cyanide pill that was injected into his steak. He died very quickly, and we all pointed fingers at each other. It wasn't going to end well... LEAD
I'm tired of writing words that end in EAD. So the rest of the story is in big-fat-paragraph-mode-like-normal mode.
It came down to playing a game of clue, with our lives hanging in the balance. I got too close to Carmen Sandiego and one of her henchman threw a sword at me and I totally dodged it, but I was told that I was a "gumshoe" (???) and that I was on the right track. Right after that I realised(you know you like that spelling) that I had imagined the worst: I never had a soulmate friend named Samuel. No one ordered steak and eggs. No one ingested a cyanide pill by accident. I had made this all up, and I was just standing still in one spot with my mouth caught in a suspended dangle close to 3 inches below my upper jaw. I drooled a little. It was embarassing...
So we got in, sat down and ordered. I didn't get anything, Mithai and Katie got shakes (Mithai's shake was kick ass), Ricky got "Fabulous French Toast". I made fun of him for that. He's fabulous. Chris got a big fatass cheeseburger and ended up farting things that shouldn't be released from inside a human being. It's as if something died. Then something ate that thing that died. Then the thing that ate it died. Then it was put in a barrel underground and fermented for 8 months. Then it was brought out and layed out in the sun for 48 hours straight. Then it was peeled and sprinkled with shit and garlic, and onions. Then it's skin was replaced. Then it was urinated on and marinated in it. Then Chris ate it and farted it out.
Back to the story, Rickys french toast ended up taking like an hour to make for some reason, and we got the shakes on the house, which was cool. Katie waited forever for her hash browns and they ended up sucking. Oh well, you win some you lose some. I just got water because I'm smarter than the average dennys consumer. Ricky and I dominated on the conversation the whole night, which was strange because Katie and Chris didn't say anything at all. Normally Chris is a talker, but I guess he was tired and full tonight. Mithai threw in her two cents, which is always great because Mithai is amazing. She's the coolest girl I know. Two cents from Mithai means like a billion dollars from you fuckers at home
So then we left and parted ways and thus ended the Dennys adventuar tonight. What a waste of time this was for you readers, mwahahaha