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| - Oh Peter, where did it all go wrong? You used to be the place I craved whilst knocked up, now I can't even look at you. Why, why have you changed? Your burgers are a mess, and not even a hot mess, just a sad sad mess. Your fries have lost their perk and are oh so greasy, not even the good greasy that is sexy. And your shakes, the start to our affair, although still hold a place deep within the very depths of my soul, are now the main reason I don't see you anymore. While still temptingly delicious and oh so creamy, I WILL NOT PROSTITUTE MYSELF FOR YOUR $5 SHAKE. I AM SORRY, YOUR MILKSHAKE DOES NOT BRING ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD, HECK IT ISN'T EVEN BRINGIN' THE GIRLS!
I am sooo over you Peter, even though every summer you tempt me so, all I can say to you is fuggedaboudit.
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