pinback wrote:Oh my LORD is that funny! YAY QUIZNO'S! EVEN THOUGH THE SUBS ARE ADEQUATE AT BEST!!
I used to go to Quiznos. "Quizno's"? "Quiznos"? I don't really recall if there is a fella named Quizno involved in the process at some point or what.
I used to go there because they had clam chowder. I like having clam chowder for lunch. They had some and I liked eating it.
Well, the easiest food in the world to be put off of -- except for tea bags, natch, but that's not really "food" in and of itself -- is clam chowder. All it takes is one misplaced phrase, or one mental image or one person mucking up the works for everyone else and suddenly I'm off it for six months.
Sure enough, a Quizno employee couldn't fucking handle dispensing the stuff. A swarthy, sweating, beefy twenty-something guy. The last time I went in there (the
last time, I should note, that I've been within 25 feet of a Quiznos at all) and everything got ruined -->
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ICJ: "Can I get a bowl of clam chowder?"
Hated Quizno's Employee: "Sure. It will just be a few minutes, though, because we're out. But I'll squeeze off a new batch for you real quick."
... Mother
fuck. You'll get me some chowder, all right.
Sure you will, pal... sure you will.
IN MY OWN FUCKING PERSONAL HELL. [quote="pinback"]Oh my LORD is that funny! YAY QUIZNO'S! EVEN THOUGH THE SUBS ARE ADEQUATE AT BEST!![/quote]
I used to go to Quiznos. "Quizno's"? "Quiznos"? I don't really recall if there is a fella named Quizno involved in the process at some point or what.
I used to go there because they had clam chowder. I like having clam chowder for lunch. They had some and I liked eating it.
Well, the easiest food in the world to be put off of -- except for tea bags, natch, but that's not really "food" in and of itself -- is clam chowder. All it takes is one misplaced phrase, or one mental image or one person mucking up the works for everyone else and suddenly I'm off it for six months.
Sure enough, a Quizno employee couldn't fucking handle dispensing the stuff. A swarthy, sweating, beefy twenty-something guy. The last time I went in there (the [i]last[/i] time, I should note, that I've been within 25 feet of a Quiznos at all) and everything got ruined -->
[code]ICJ: "Can I get a bowl of clam chowder?"
Hated Quizno's Employee: "Sure. It will just be a few minutes, though, because we're out. But I'll squeeze off a new batch for you real quick."
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... Mother[i]fuck.[/i] You'll get me some chowder, all right.
Sure you will, pal... sure you will.
[b][i][u]IN MY OWN FUCKING PERSONAL HELL. [/u][/i][/b]