FOOD
A restaurant renowned for its iconic letter ‘m’ out front (and letting food out fast), hires a young woman.
“Mmm…” she sings as she flips, “…two old beef crappies, detestable sauce, mouldy lettuce, sleazy cheese, sick looking pickles, and toxic onions on says-a-me buns.”
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“A big crap, please.” The suited customer addresses her, with a condescending tone.
He winks at his obliging wife, and he verifies his gift of humour by coughing over the girl then, quipping about viruses.
The budding singer says what she thinks of both him and his Coronavirus comment in two sharp words.
“Far cough.”
“Mmm…” she sings as she flips, “…two old beef crappies, detestable sauce, mouldy lettuce, sleazy cheese, sick looking pickles, and toxic onions on says-a-me buns.”
.
“A big crap, please.” The suited customer addresses her, with a condescending tone.
He winks at his obliging wife, and he verifies his gift of humour by coughing over the girl then, quipping about viruses.
The budding singer says what she thinks of both him and his Coronavirus comment in two sharp words.
“Far cough.”
