i was so hungry when i was leaving work. so i stopped at the arby's on my way home. they close at midnight; it was eleven fifty. and i ordered the beef and cheddar. but all i could think about when i drove away was how unhappy i'd be if i worked there and i was about to shut everything down and somebody ordered a sandwich. and how they probably spit in my food. i tried to be cute and charming at the drive in, and i didn't see anything resembling bodily fluids when i opened it up. but still.
what i'm saying is, if i come down with something horrible sometime soon, i'm blaming it on the 3rd avenue arbys.
and i think all the candidates are robots. obama especially. i'm calling him obamatron from now on.
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I always think they're doing that, too, so I never pull up late to the McDisease-Wendy's/Taco Bell-KFC strip up from my apt. But then the sad fact was when I realized they screw up your stuff at any hour of the day, 2pm or 2am.
"Obamatron" is fiendishly funny.
does that mean Obama voters are Obamatrons?