The McDonalds Douchebags.
When you get fast food, you don't normally expect too much. But you'd think they'll give you all your food in one shot.
Zach, Jake and I went to the drive-thru to pick up some food and take it back to my apartment and eat and chill. They ordered 2 quarter-pounder meals and I got like a fucking cheeseburger or something. Zach and Jake being the lovely stoners they are, didn't check the bag to make sure all the items were there. To their surprise, the fries were missing when we got back to my place. Zach pounded his fist in frustration and was really distraught over his fries being M.I.A. So I suggested to Jake he give McDonalds a call. Literally.
So he did.
In his Staten Island voice his name was Joey Funguley. And Zach was Vito.
McDonalds recognized who we were and said "oh yeah you guys got 2 medium fries?"
We then went BACK to fucking McDonalds to get the fries.
Standing at the counter, obnoxiously, Jake called McDonalds again even though he was standing right there. At this point I was about to have a fit of uncontrollable laughter. One reason being because there was a REAL guido there in a velvour sweat suit with the hair and everything sitting by himself eating. Hilarity in itself.
So anyway he calls them and says, "Eh I'm at the counter, oh!"
2 of the managers were staring at us like we were fucking aliens from Mars.
Jake goes off in a tangent. "I had to come back over the bridge for this! Do I get some cheeseburgers for my inconvenience??!"
The one guy just folded up the fries and with a creepy smile handed the bag over to Jake. Jake kept talking in that fucking voice and it happened; me and Zach could not play along anymore, we were dying. Everyone was looking at us like the bunch of assholes we are. As we were walking out, Jake goes, "YOU JUST LOST A CUSTOMER!!!!!!", STILL in the Staten Island voice. I pushed Zach out the door and we headed back to my apartment again. That is, after I went to Burger King. I'm now boycotting McDonalds. They didn't give us free cheeseburgers. Assholes.
Zach, Jake and I went to the drive-thru to pick up some food and take it back to my apartment and eat and chill. They ordered 2 quarter-pounder meals and I got like a fucking cheeseburger or something. Zach and Jake being the lovely stoners they are, didn't check the bag to make sure all the items were there. To their surprise, the fries were missing when we got back to my place. Zach pounded his fist in frustration and was really distraught over his fries being M.I.A. So I suggested to Jake he give McDonalds a call. Literally.
So he did.
In his Staten Island voice his name was Joey Funguley. And Zach was Vito.
McDonalds recognized who we were and said "oh yeah you guys got 2 medium fries?"
We then went BACK to fucking McDonalds to get the fries.
Standing at the counter, obnoxiously, Jake called McDonalds again even though he was standing right there. At this point I was about to have a fit of uncontrollable laughter. One reason being because there was a REAL guido there in a velvour sweat suit with the hair and everything sitting by himself eating. Hilarity in itself.
So anyway he calls them and says, "Eh I'm at the counter, oh!"
2 of the managers were staring at us like we were fucking aliens from Mars.
Jake goes off in a tangent. "I had to come back over the bridge for this! Do I get some cheeseburgers for my inconvenience??!"
The one guy just folded up the fries and with a creepy smile handed the bag over to Jake. Jake kept talking in that fucking voice and it happened; me and Zach could not play along anymore, we were dying. Everyone was looking at us like the bunch of assholes we are. As we were walking out, Jake goes, "YOU JUST LOST A CUSTOMER!!!!!!", STILL in the Staten Island voice. I pushed Zach out the door and we headed back to my apartment again. That is, after I went to Burger King. I'm now boycotting McDonalds. They didn't give us free cheeseburgers. Assholes.