Ignoring last chapter, let's head straight to my mom in fast food.
One time my mom was serving up a lady and she came back twice asking for more pickles. My mom got pissed and put like 3 inches of pickles on that burger. 3 inches. THE LADY COMES BACK AND CALLS IT PERFECT.
LADY, I LIKE PICKLES TOO, BUT DAMN.
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My Parent's Stories
Non-FictionStories from 1990's Michigan. Hollywood can't make this stuff up. Trigger Warning after Trigger Warning after Trigger Warning. Lot's of drugs. Attempted murder. Cursing. This is hilarious in a horrible way.
