Why must I always be the antagonist?
I was eating out at some burger place with some co-workers and the new girl was going over the menu when she noticed they offered a fish sandwich. She started going off on how a burger place shouldn’t even give the option of a fish sandwich. As if it was against the very soul of a hamburger restaurant to serve fish and was only included to appease the prissy crowd that wasn’t man enough for real meat.
So I ordered the fish sandwich. I didn’t even want the fish sandwich. I just wanted to rub it in her face.
Eat that, bitch.
That’s mean, her hatred. But your choice to choose is not mean, just don’t call her the b-word.
I would choose fish, water creatures are alright to eat.
Barf, typing that made me queasy.
LOL
i dont get why she was angry, was it the fish part or the sandwich part?
it makes no sense to me :/
anyways..
chicken for the win.
you showed her who’s a prissy man, you did.
wait… was the fish sandwich good at least?
Matthew: The b-word was just for emphasis. I’m too nice to b-word if it’s not a joke. P.S. stop barfing. You’re too skinny as it is.
emm: She believed that only red meat should be served at burger places, and that fish is a lesser meat not worthy of such an establishment.
nicole: that’s what i’m best at!
tina: sadly, the waiter came back and said they were out of fish. I had to settle on chicken.
Hope it was tasty.