>>17614092I was also in a Resturant like my brother below me. I sat down and was ready to order, I wanted to order Mac n' Cheese with a side order of apple slices and a tall, cool, refreshing glass of Bangs Root Beer™. As the tall blonde walked up to my table, in my grown up voice I asked for a tall, cool, refreshing glass of Bangs Root Beer™. Then I heard the words that shrieked from this horrid banshee's mouth the words that no man should ever bear upon his ear unless for a severe punishment: "Sorry Sir, we only have Pepsi Products.."
Time stopped, I was in Limbo, the dinner ripped away into the void and had been replaced by blackness and Stevie Wonders Sunglasses, a voice came to my ears:"You know what must be done. Bring upon your judgement and wrath upon this accursed establishment until it is no more"
A flash came and I was in the dinner again, the waitress looked impatient as if I was stuttering. "Um Sir?" she asked, "are you gonna order something? it's amost closing time and you've been sitting here for the past 5 hours" Suddenly, a burning rage i've never felt before come over me. A burning firery rage only matched by the lake of fire in Hell. I stood up, With all my 370lb weight i flipped the table until it flew into the wall, killing an elderly couple that were sitting in a booth the the table hit. I took my plate and throttled the little bitch waitress and I bashed, and bashed, and bashed, until of blood spewing over me until I orgasmed from the pleasure. (That funeral wasnt open casket.) As I ran off into the night howling at the full moon like a degenerate furfag. I could see police lights darting toward the Denny's "Heh" I chuckled, "Nothin' personel kid" and i ran off into the night never to be seen again.
Moral of the story is, I will never attend a resturant that sells Pepsi (Hep-C more like) products.
