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| - Monday dark morning, and I'm reviewing food courts. Sexy.
Everytime I'm here I almost exclusively hit up the Chicken Place. Kinda sad that I don't even know the full name of the damn kiosk, considering if I somehow brought a little Ziploc baggie with me (you know, the kind you used to hold your marijuana in when you were a little kid) and hung on to all the toothpicks I would accumulate from the "hey you! stfu and sample this! *waves nubby fleshy thing in my face*" action, I would have a wicked jungle dwelling for Vietcong Barbie.
Can't really nitpick about the food court though, malls as a whole are required by County to provide feeding troughs for Sheepish shoppers. It's almost automatic now....
Stomach: *rumble* complete me, you useless bastard
Me: Almost.....there.....one more flight of escalatory overtones
Stomach: Remember your Yelp event tonight? Remember, you get less....um.....emissions....with Premium food.
Me: I know this, mang...don't worry, I'm onnit. ....Oooooooh Diesel! Hey, they have new Johnny The Homicidal Maniac stuff at Hot Topic! Nuts!
Stomach: Here we go.....*sigh*
*ten minutes later*
Me: Sorry dude, I'm down to my last $5....I guess it's Wendy's then....
Stomach: I fucking hate you.
Fin.
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