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~Alright lovelies, so its fucking exam weeks for the next few...well weeks. So, while locking myself in my room and masturbating to pics of myself, I realized I needed to buy more food. Now normally I would travel a bit and go to the grocery store a bit further down my street and buy fish and maybe some Tims. This time however, not wanting to waste time I went to Metro to buy groceries, and wanting something quick to eat, I bought some Popeye’s. So, I went to Metro a few times before to buy some tea or shit like that. But this was my first time at Popeye’s. Now with a name like Popeye’s, I was expecting some fucking vegetables and some sailor themed bs being sold to me, instead I am greeted by the smell of ammonia and frying oil. Normally one would walk away from this, I however eager to understand why people flock to this Pop of Eye so much and hungry due to not eating for like 14 hours, decided to order some flesh from this establishment. First off, despite the name, THERE WAS NOTHING GREEN IN THERE. This place seems more scared of veggies than McDicks, and that’s saying something. Ordering a combo of 2 pieces of flesh, some fries, a drink, and a biscuit, I was thinking og finding a good priced meal. Until I realized wtf, I bought. Some nasty ass chicken left on a drying rack in the open air, a distance small enough that I could probably spit onto these racks of flesh and yet far enough away that I could not teach and steal one of said pieces of flesh. Before some asshat says something like “gee the chicken is there to show how fresh it is”, I’d like to remind you, if its so fresh, then why the fuck don’t they cook it front of you? These pieces of flesh tasted as if they have been sitting on that rack for the past 50 years. All the while these hipster ass posters on the wall said shit like; “THIS IS A BOURBON STYLE CULINARY EXPERIENCE USING FRESH SPICES AND HERBS TO DELIVER A UNIQUE FLAVOUR TO YOU” and “THIS TYPE OF COOKING INVOLVES FRENCH RECIPES USING THE INGREDIANTS NATIVE TO LOUISIANNA”. First off, I did not see and herbs going into this, and as far as spices go, I essentially tastes only salt and pepper, and if this type of shit is passed off as quality, I must be a trucking high class chef. Another point to ask is, SINCE WHEN THE FUCK IS DUMPING SHIT IN OIL AND SERVING NOTHING BUT CHICKEN CONSIDERED FRENCH CUISINE? Now going into this atmosphere of the posters telling me I’m eating some first-class level cuisine, and the general smell of the area with the grease covered staff telling me otherwise, I started to consume my food. Now as stated before, the chicken was nasty as shit they prob cooked, didn’t sell, left it out in the open again, and then re-friend it for the past 4 weeks or so. They also served fries and a “biscuit”. Now fires are fucking fries, and cheap potatoes doused in grease and the same everywhere so I don’t see any point on commenting on this. The abomination they served to me, calling it a “biscuit”, is just insulting. Now ladies and gentlemen, this is a biscuit.~
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~You eat it with tea of coffee or if you are a real rebel, you eat it on its own. Its generally either nothing but sugar or has no taste making you wonder if you just ate re-processed paper. Its hard to the point where your teeth prob shatter upon impact and you end up dunking it into your drink to soften it up, at which point it becomes soggy and gains the texture of a sponge stuffed into someone’s throat and pulled out. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. This abomination, THIS IS NOT A BISCUIT!~
~It’s a crab. This is also not a biscuit, just sad bread pretending to be something its not.~
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