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I really dislike egg shells in my breakfast sandwich. I complain and you offer me a replacement sandwich. Do I dare try again? No thanks, just my money, please. —Hungry For More? Nah
I attended a great dance performance with my sister-in-law on Saturday in downtown Dartmouth. Sitting in front of us were a family which included 3 young, very well behaved children. During intermission I heard one child say 'I'm hungry'. The father gives the kids a snack. After a few minutes I could smell this very pungent fishy odor! I looked at my sister-in-law, who had her scarf covering her nose and we both busted up laughing! The lady in front of us asked the man what did you give them? He replied 'Fish Jerky' and shrugged his shoulders. She asked 'do kids eat that', his reply was 'apparently'. I swear that smell lingered throughout the entire second show and with each bite of jerky taken, it got stronger. The smell was burned into my nostrils. It was actually hilarious but come on man, use your head! It's a small theater and who wants to sit and inhale what smelled like a huge bucket of putrid rotting fish! OMG the things that happen...lol! Great time was had by all. —Casey
I just finished eating a foot-long, cold cut sub with cheese, thinking I was being healthy. I just decided to look up the nutritional info to give myself a pat on the back, but wait - this fucking thing I just at was 900 calories and a whopping 50 grams of fat. Holy shit! I might as well go to a burger joint and get a meal I actually like. Way to ruin my diet, you false advertising bastards! Never again. And I'm still hungry! I should have gotten some damn chips! —And Your Cold Cuts Are Too Salty