No.557
I went to Popeyes and ordered 4 fried chicken breasts and a cup of water. The breasts were juicy, but a little bit colder than it should have been. Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to my table and asked me how the meal was. I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it.
He lead me to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. It was surrounded by some candles in what I gathered to be a festive display. As I watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.
The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones.
They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.
I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"
I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. The employees did some interesting chanting that was very compelling. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted and felt a strong presence, like something important happened. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer.
No.559
Exquisite taste dear sir. We at the Ultra-Luxe deign to cater to your every…..proclivity no matter how unusual they may be, whether they be sexual or culinary in nature.
No.561
>for me it's mcchicken pasta.txt
No.569
>>561For me, it's the McChicken. The best fast food sandwich. I even ask for extra McChicken sauce packets and the staff is so friendly and more than willing to oblige.
One time I asked for McChicken sauce packets and they gave me three. I said, "Wow, three for free!" and the nice friendly McDonald's worker laughed and said, "I'm going to call you 3-for-free!".
Now the staff greets me with "hey it's 3-for-free!" and ALWAYS give me three packets. It's such a fun and cool atmosphere at my local McDonald's restaurant, I go there at least 3 times a week for lunch and a large iced coffee with milk instead of cream, 1-2 times for breakfast on the weekend, and maybe once for dinner when I'm in a rush but want a great meal that is affordable, fast, and can match my daily nutritional needs.
I even dip my fries in McChicken sauce, it's delicious! What a great restaurant.
No.583
KFC is legitimately better
No.589
>>583> he doesnt think chick fil a is the bestinsert webm of eminem saying nigger over and over
No.591
>>589but I like the coleslaw the best
No.593
>>591My local Dickey's is quite delicious but I must say their coleslaw is far too wet. A shame, or I'd order it every time.
No.823
>>557>With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter.prove to me that you could reach a horse's head with your fist while standing behind it
