Frida and Zara go to Mcdonald's!

Ordering the macdon burg

Frida grabbed Zara's wrist tightly as she parked at the Mcdonald's drivethrough, waiting for the next person to finish ordering their meal.

"Let go of me!" Zara whined, but Frida grabbed tighter.

"No, slut-ass-krabby-patty-bitch-ass-fuck, how do I know that you won't escape?" She whispered.

Zara sighed.

'I won't. I promise," She pleaded, and Frida let go.

"Fine. Fuck right off to wankertown," she muttered under her breath, and started to speak into the drivethrough-order-machine.

"Hey. Can I GET A 69 PIECE MCNUGGET MEAL, AND ONE COKE?" She shouted.

"Ma'am, we don't do 69 piece Mcnugget meals. You can have a twenty piece instead?" The server said.

Frida's fists clenched in anger and frustration. The world was so cruel. All she wanted was 69 fucking chicken nuggets.

"Listen up, fucko-shitto, I will pay you thirty pounds for a 69 Mcnugget meal," She said.

The server sighed. How could he refuse an offer like that?

"Alright then, ma'am. Your order will be here in around forty minutes." The server replied.

Frida smiled.

"By the way, your voice is orgasmic. Can I get your number?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Ma'am, this is a Mcdonald's drivethrough."

"Fine. Bitchass-cake-ass-poo," she muttered, and drove away to park somewhere.

Zara gulped.

"Why do you want so many chicken nuggets?" She asked.

"Because i'm hungry. duh, you coke whore." Said Frida, applying her 5th layer of pink lip gloss.