Okay time for funny stories. The other day a girl came through the drive thru of the Chick fil A I work at in.....nothing but her underwear. I didn't know what to say. Pissed me off. Vick: Would you like a twin strip piece with that? (Ask her to translate if you're interested) Me: Okay so you wanted a two piss strip meal...I mean piece...yeah. Today: Guy who came through drive thru: Can I have your number? Me: No, sorry that's not on the menu. (Disclaimer: all credit goes to Vick for that line) Fellow employee: Would you like some chicken nipples with that? I mean..chicken MINIS! Soooooooo usually there's a lot of laughing going on. The drive thru can be so crazy and never ending you can't help but just say weird stuff every now and then. Seriously, carrrrr after carrrrr and they NEVER stop MK so here's another story: Very Strange Queer Man: Hiiiiii how are youuuuu doing? Libo: Uhm I'm doing great what can I get for you? VSQM: *orders* Libo: Mhm okay 2.25 VSQM: You know, the craziest thing happened to me once. Libo: Yeah? *doesnt want to hear* VSQM: Yeah, I lived in this apartment once, and every day at the end of the day I would pull a piece of lint out of my belly button and put it on my dresser drawer all nice. Every day. After a while I had a huge pile of them, then when I went to move out of the apartment you'll never guess what happened... Libo: *is very scared* Uh...what? VSQM: I counted up my lint balls and they EQUALED the amount of days that I had lived in that apartment! Libo: Youve got to be kidding. No way. VSQM: Yes they did. Can you believe that? Libo: Uh no. And that's gross btw. VSQM: No its not, theyre just little lint balls! Some are different colors depending on what shirt I wore that day, too! Libo: Uh, right. Hah. Here's your burrito, have a nice day. | 
