Hey its drew here again, and today I'd like to talk about my feelings... Just Playing! Id really like to talk about my week and all the crazy shit that's happened to me. Well lets see, I went to jack in the box a few times, and bakers. Now this may seem like no big thing to talk about but you don't understand how hard it is to order fast food when my grandfather is driving. He recently got into a car accident and totaled his Cadillac (this guy is 90 years old by the way), and now he is driving a 1980's style rape van with only two windows that open. The two front ones...Now this means I have to yell over my grandfather while ordering the food. Now its already hard enough for the people at bakers to understand that I want a boca burger and not a chicken sandwich, or for them to put potato's on my girlfriends burrito and not TOMATOES!!! And ordering is only half of the problem. We still have to get the food. And believe me this is a fucking challenge. I have to take off my seat belt, climb over my grandfather and grab drinks and bags of food, then remember to ask for ketchup and hot sause and if they don't put the recipt in the bag grandpa blows a fucking gasket. Then after you get home you usually realize that your order got fucked up, soaked in wayyyy too much grease, burnt to a crisp or luke warm. And being that i'm poor this is usually my only meal of the day...
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