the fatass waitress punches down a hotbed of fries on the table. I fuckin lose it. those super greased sudripped fries push me over the wdge. I convulse, throw up all last nights hot stinking chug out all over them. and boy does the lady scream.
the fatass waitress punches down a hotbed of fries on the table. I fuckin lose it. those super greased sudripped fries push me over the wdge. and I throw up all last nights hot stinking chug out all over them. and boy does the lady scream.
“They are called chips,” the snotty pimple faced teenage girl sneered at me. I know they are called chips here you twat I think, but your menu actually says fries on it. Taking a gulp, simply smile and reply “Oh, sorry chips please.” There are some days when I really wish I could just go back home, but I know home is never going to be the same again.
Fries asked ketchup if fries had seen thrice. Since thrice did not like his name, he wanted to go to the office of food nomenclature and development to ask for his name to be changed to threefold permanently. Ketchup, too, wanted his name to be changed to sauce since it was saucy and he thought that was sexy.
Whenever I go to fast food restaurants I always get fries. They are just too good to pass up. Fries goes well with everything. I love to get sauce or ketchup to dip them in. Sometimes, I even put them on my burger and eat them like that.
Elsa stared at the plate of chili-cheese soaked french fries and wondered if just a taste would ruin her diet. She might even go on a binge. No, she needed to stay strong, so she looked away and carried her 110 pound self away.
Elsa stared at the crispy, salty deep-fried potato strips and glowered at them. She craved the taste but was afraid it might ruin her diet. Or worse, she might go on a binge and get fat again.
Vic could think of worse things to do with his time. McDonalds was actually a welcome break for him. Much to his mother’s appeasement, it kept him away from that weird kid living next door. Vic even grew accustomed to the vats of shimmering gold that would transform frozen potato twigs into glorious fries to the tune of the hypnotic drone of the kitchen…
Fries, delicious fingers of potato. Soaked and seared in the unhealthiest oils then heavily salted. Something so satanic, yet heavenly. Everyone wants a piece, but regret it afterwards in the mirror. A true ambrosia.
It was hard to eat, with his eyes so intently focused on hers. But she was hungry, and the basket of homemade fries sitting between them looked absolutely delicious. Tentatively, she reached for one, offering him a shy smile. His eyes fell to her lips as she took a bite, and she had to mentally remind herself to chew and swallow.
You know what that does? It really fries my head. I can’t think of a time when it didn’t. Julian with his perpetual spiral t-shirt. I was a kid and everyone thought 3d was so cool. I’m sure it was but being blind in one eye made me fake it. I wished I could have understood.
adf
i gone done it . i say
you gone done what? she look at me big eye no smile
I gone done
fry
the fatass waitress punches down a hotbed of fries on the table. I fuckin lose it. those super greased sudripped fries push me over the wdge. I convulse, throw up all last nights hot stinking chug out all over them. and boy does the lady scream.
the fatass waitress punches down a hotbed of fries on the table. I fuckin lose it. those super greased sudripped fries push me over the wdge. and I throw up all last nights hot stinking chug out all over them. and boy does the lady scream.
There on the beach,
Lost job, lost relationship,
Lost hope, lost dreams,
She reclines and fries
I like fries, because fries is delicious!
“They are called chips,” the snotty pimple faced teenage girl sneered at me. I know they are called chips here you twat I think, but your menu actually says fries on it. Taking a gulp, simply smile and reply “Oh, sorry chips please.” There are some days when I really wish I could just go back home, but I know home is never going to be the same again.
Fries asked ketchup if fries had seen thrice. Since thrice did not like his name, he wanted to go to the office of food nomenclature and development to ask for his name to be changed to threefold permanently. Ketchup, too, wanted his name to be changed to sauce since it was saucy and he thought that was sexy.
The country fries under the sweltering summer sun; shifting human shadows into the shapes of shade.
Whenever I go to fast food restaurants I always get fries. They are just too good to pass up. Fries goes well with everything. I love to get sauce or ketchup to dip them in. Sometimes, I even put them on my burger and eat them like that.
Elsa stared at the plate of chili-cheese soaked french fries and wondered if just a taste would ruin her diet. She might even go on a binge. No, she needed to stay strong, so she looked away and carried her 110 pound self away.
Elsa stared at the crispy, salty deep-fried potato strips and glowered at them. She craved the taste but was afraid it might ruin her diet. Or worse, she might go on a binge and get fat again.
Vic could think of worse things to do with his time. McDonalds was actually a welcome break for him. Much to his mother’s appeasement, it kept him away from that weird kid living next door. Vic even grew accustomed to the vats of shimmering gold that would transform frozen potato twigs into glorious fries to the tune of the hypnotic drone of the kitchen…
I like to eat fries with ketchup, like a lot of ketchup. Drowning in ketchup, swimming and trying to make it out alive before ohhh ohhh… I ate it.
Fries, delicious fingers of potato. Soaked and seared in the unhealthiest oils then heavily salted. Something so satanic, yet heavenly. Everyone wants a piece, but regret it afterwards in the mirror. A true ambrosia.
It was hard to eat, with his eyes so intently focused on hers. But she was hungry, and the basket of homemade fries sitting between them looked absolutely delicious. Tentatively, she reached for one, offering him a shy smile. His eyes fell to her lips as she took a bite, and she had to mentally remind herself to chew and swallow.
You know what that does? It really fries my head. I can’t think of a time when it didn’t. Julian with his perpetual spiral t-shirt. I was a kid and everyone thought 3d was so cool. I’m sure it was but being blind in one eye made me fake it. I wished I could have understood.