I hate you Wendy's. I hate your freakishly strange fetish to have my food hanging out the window before I even come to a stop, which of course means that my order is wrong. I hate the weird little red head girl on your bags. I think this is the end for us. It's not me, its you.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wendy's 263/102
Posted by Kelly Lynn at 11:49 AM
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