BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW?


“Ugh I wonder if someone ordered the Travis Scott meal yet. It’s just a quarter pounder with bacon” I lamented while wondering how my first day back at work was going to be.

“What is that?” My sister asked.

“She just said! A quarter pounder with bacon! Fries and a large Pepsi!” K snapped.

My sister began beaking me off, suggesting that there was stupid meals “like a 69, and a cockblock and a blower”

I stared at her like she had grown three heads. “Why are you talking like that?!”

“Well there is a burger called a mcGangBang!” She replied.

“Yeah we don’t let anyone order that burger by that name!” I answered. I began listing all the secret menu items. “The McKinley burger which is a quarter pounder Big Mac. Everybody orders that.”

“Why do you have to make everything sound so sexual?” My sister asked. “That sounds so dirty!”

I made a face. “What? You are such a dumb fuck! It’s a mountain!”

K burst out laughing. “Wow mom!”

“But how do you know?”

“Because I went to school. I graduated and I read!” I replied “I am leaving now”

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