The burger queen

My name is Tanya, I am a traveller. I am 19 years old and I like big macs.

It was a cold day, I had been sent out my mother to get a job as I was still 19 and job-less, not bringing in any money for my family, I don't even have a husband. I am pretty much considered useless in my household.. or so should I say, caravan. I walked through the doors of burger king. And sassily walked towards the till.The isle to the counter is my cat walk, it is where I strut my stuff; where I feel most powerful - it is where I belong. I approached the till, the cashier asked me "what is your order?" I looked at him, raising my tattooed on eyebrow. *clears throat* "Can I speak to your fuckin' manager" I demanded, (I don't have time for manners. In this world, you have no choice other to be forceful in your ways, otherwise you're not gonna gain any respect) He looked at me as if I were some sort of walking, talking burger. He didn't even bother to answer me so I decided to teach him a lesson. I pulled out a tampon from my gypsy satchel (the one with miley cyrus' pussy on it) and threw it at his ugly horse period face. I then pounced over the counter, pulled down my groovy chick panties, ripped off my pad and wiped my period on his face. "You looked like you needed more iron in your diet, I thought I'd start you off" I screamed in his ear. Just in case he couldn't hear me. I then struted into the back kitchen and grabbed a few big whoppers on the way, stuffing a few into my gypsy satchel and a few in my mouth. You can never have too many big whoppers.

I climbed up onto the metal work top, banging my chest like tarzan, "Which one of you shitty cunts is the manager?" I roared at them.  A timmid young mouse of a man stepped forward, informing me that "Big bob the manager is at home with swine flu at the moment" What a swine.

"Oh.. well... what a shame..

Well then, since your manager is not here at the minute, I will take over from here on out. You will call me 'big queen tanya' - 'burger queen' for short and you shall obide by my every rule, is that clear my saucy swines?

also, since your old manager is not here. And I have taken over as manager for now. I will be ringing dear old Big Bob to inform him of my presence and that he is now in fact fired due to his swinely like ways... now get to work"  and at that my swine workers got back to work, making sassy burgers, poisoning anyone who dare try to eat my big whoppers.