is it the truest? or was your magical adventure with mcdonalds delivery in 2010 the truest thing ever?
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Originally Posted by sonatine
TRUEST STORY EVER BRO:
2 NIGHTS AGO, I HAD ZERO OPTIONS FOR FOOD. IT WAS 1:30AM SUNDAY NIGHT DOG. THE ONE WEBSITE THAT LETS ME ORDER FROM A LOCAL MEXICAN PLACE WAS OFFLINE. SHIT WAS GETTING PITCHY.
I PICKED UP MY PHONE AND DIALED 4 NUMBERS:
1711
I WAS GREETED BY ABOUT 5 SECONDS OF INDECYPHERABLE MOONJABBER. NOT BEING FROM THE FUCKING MOON, I WAITED IT OUT.
THEN I HEAR:
FOR ENGLISH, PRESS 9.
SO I PRESS 9 I DOES.
A SEXY YOUNG WOMAN ANSWERS THE PHONE DOG, IMMED.
UHHHH IS THIS MCDONALDS I STAMMER? NOT QUITE BELIEVING.
SHE CONFIRMS THAT IT IS, IN FACT, MC MOTHER FUCKING DONALDS, AND THAT NIGGAS KNOW.
NOW I DONT KNOW MUCH BUT IF NIGGAS KNOW, IM ON THE TEAM, NAHMEAN?
NOW HERE IS THE OTHER PROBLEM. IVE LIVED HERE FOR 3 WEEKS AND TO DATE, NOT A SINGLE CAB DRIVER HAS BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT WHERE I LIVE. SO I ANTICIPATE GROTESQUE FAILURE WHEN I HERE HE, WITHOUT PROMPTING, *TELL ME WHERE I LIVE*.
SHE LITERALLY FIGURED OUT WHERE I LIVED FROM MY PHONE NUMBER DOG.
I ORDERED:
DOUBLE BIG MAC
FRIED CHICKEN
CHICKEN MCNUGGETS
AND I SUPERSIZED THE CUNTING SHIT OUT OF MY DOUBLE BIG MAC MEAL.
MY HAND TO GOD NIGGA 45 MINUTES LATER, AT 2:15AM MONDAY MORNING, THEY HAD DELIVERED *ALL* MY FOOD AND IT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUS.
I WOULDNT LIE TO YOU DOG SHITS REAL ON THE BATTLEFIELD.
THE STORY HAS A SAD ENDING, HOWEVER:
i mean hopefully this is just a discrepancy and we can file a few papers and get everything sorted out but if it turns out that there was fraud committed then you have a lot to answer for big guy
2 NIGHTS AGO, I HAD ZERO OPTIONS FOR FOOD. IT WAS 1:30AM SUNDAY NIGHT DOG. THE ONE WEBSITE THAT LETS ME ORDER FROM A LOCAL MEXICAN PLACE WAS OFFLINE. SHIT WAS GETTING PITCHY.
I PICKED UP MY PHONE AND DIALED 4 NUMBERS:
1711
I WAS GREETED BY ABOUT 5 SECONDS OF INDECYPHERABLE MOONJABBER. NOT BEING FROM THE FUCKING MOON, I WAITED IT OUT.
THEN I HEAR:
FOR ENGLISH, PRESS 9.
SO I PRESS 9 I DOES.
A SEXY YOUNG WOMAN ANSWERS THE PHONE DOG, IMMED.
UHHHH IS THIS MCDONALDS I STAMMER? NOT QUITE BELIEVING.
SHE CONFIRMS THAT IT IS, IN FACT, MC MOTHER FUCKING DONALDS, AND THAT NIGGAS KNOW.
NOW I DONT KNOW MUCH BUT IF NIGGAS KNOW, IM ON THE TEAM, NAHMEAN?
NOW HERE IS THE OTHER PROBLEM. IVE LIVED HERE FOR 3 WEEKS AND TO DATE, NOT A SINGLE CAB DRIVER HAS BEEN ABLE TO FIGURE OUT WHERE I LIVE. SO I ANTICIPATE GROTESQUE FAILURE WHEN I HERE HE, WITHOUT PROMPTING, *TELL ME WHERE I LIVE*.
SHE LITERALLY FIGURED OUT WHERE I LIVED FROM MY PHONE NUMBER DOG.
I ORDERED:
DOUBLE BIG MAC
FRIED CHICKEN
CHICKEN MCNUGGETS
AND I SUPERSIZED THE CUNTING SHIT OUT OF MY DOUBLE BIG MAC MEAL.
MY HAND TO GOD NIGGA 45 MINUTES LATER, AT 2:15AM MONDAY MORNING, THEY HAD DELIVERED *ALL* MY FOOD AND IT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUS.
I WOULDNT LIE TO YOU DOG SHITS REAL ON THE BATTLEFIELD.
I have read this maybe 5 times today, fucking magic.
the problem is that imgur deleted the pic that was at the end of that post, of the fish inside the penis, so its not the realest thing ever until that basic injustice is righted.
No offense, but if this kid thinks he is impressing anyone I dare him to try AOW's rumrum challenge.
Simple- beat my all time drinking best, and not throw up at any point.
14 shots of rum in 15 minutes flat. I did it at 23 when i wasn't even much of a drinker and really into bodybuilding.
Some punk kid challenged me at a house party, his exact words were "yeah, you're big, but I could still drink you under the table!"
Ok, I looked round grabbed a bottle of captain morgans and two shot glasses, told him "we trade shots you go I go first to quit obviously loses" with chaser mind you, coke was there if either of us wanted.
I went, he went, I went he went, I went (totally in step mind you, this was almost literally back to back action) he paused and went, I went he paused, waited, shook his head and went, I went he paused and stopped, so I went, he shook his head, I went, he started spitting shit into the sink, I went and went and stopped at 14 Tom Brady soul-crushing style.
After the event I followed up by attempting to get in the pants of a girl we nicknamed "crocodile skin" because she had what I can only describe to be permanent goosebumps all over her body. Whilst in the midst of a sexual conquest I also attempted to piss in a bush when a car coming down the road slowly turned his high beams on me, to which I responded by running down the street with my pants down attempting to aim a stream of urine at a car roughly 30 feet in front of me.
Tapper is this true
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