Monday, August 3, 2009

End of Story – 2


You call demanding hell and high water if you don’t get a refund and a shit ton of sandwiches. The owner says okay, he’ll buy you lunch for a week. You take him up on it, but Friday afternoon, you end up with explosive diarrhea. You’re not sure if you got poisoned or X-laxed. Either way, you brought this on yourself. Dick result for a dick move. Sucker. You’d be a dumbass if you called the health department now.

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