That 11-8 probably hits different when your floor manager acts like shucking his corn cob is a social activity. A note to all Burger King employees reading this: pls do not attempt. Chicken fries are all I have left to look forward to in this life.
500 pesos spent on a gUrLz tRiP... only to end up getting swarmed by the local freelance gynecologist. Something about the return on investment seems fucky.
Take a generation that considers that Velma show a top comedy, crossbreed them with an addiction to experimental street drugs and this is what happens.
