Sunday afternoon snack. Me and McDonalds® were riding our Scooters® to get something to eat from Chicken Licken® when we came across John Dory®. We hadnt seen him for months since his hospitalization. We told him where we were going, and asked if he cared to join us. He said okay, but wasnt up to eating hot-wings since his doctor told him he had ulcers. He said he would rather have KFC®, pasta or Something Fishy® instead. McDonalds® is a Jolly Grubber® by nature, he eats anything on his plate. John Dory®, in his charming Debonair™ style suggested that we go try sushi at the Cape Town Fish Market® or Thai cuisine at Bangkok Wok®, but I wasnt up for it, so I tried to Steer® their minds away from the Eastern cuisines but they merely squashed my suggestion like a Subway® sandwich. At the Spur® of the moment, McDonalds® decided that he didnt want hot wings or seafood anymore, but rather pasta from Panarottis®. I always knew that he didnt have a backbone but to be so Wimpy®, that just killed my appetite. If you wondering who wrote this and where we eventually ended? The answer is MIMOS®
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 12:03:07 +0000