UGH BLOG PT1

POPEYES IN MY COUNTRY SUCKS

I GOED AND THE MRS WHO ATTENDED US WAS EATING THE FREAKING MICROPHONE CAUSE I HEARD DISTORTION

I ASKED FOR CHICKEN AND SHE SAID: theres no chicken pieces bla bla..MY MOM ASK: THERES CHICKEN BURGERS?!

AND THE MRS SAID US: uhh obviously (IN HIS FREAKING MRS EGO FORM) AND IT MAKE ME SCARED AND PISSED AT THE SAME TIME THE MOST FUNNY PART IS THAT A TEEN WORKS BETTER THAN SHE DO AND WHEN WE WERE GETTING THE FOOD THERES A beautyful mrs THAT LAUGHED ALL TIME SO HARD THAT SCRATCHES MY BRAINN we eated on the house and the FOOD WAS TERRIBLE(chicken was ok) BUT THE BREAD WAS CARDBOAD TASTY!! MY DAD SAID: THEY MAKE ME EAT MY HAPPINES THEY SAID US: ooobbviusly we have chicken burgers!