i really want you to concentrate on this. imagine you're all alone, you've just picked up a value meal from your favorite fast food place, and you supersized that sucker, the giant pop, extra number of fries and the whole works. you are at home eating it all by yourself and damm it is good. every delicious bite, every tasty swig. your timing is perfect, right after your burger and fries are gone, you take the last little bit of that pop before your sucking on air out of that straw. you throw your garbage away, then pop the top off your drink to dump out the ice before you toss the cup. you dump the ice in the sink only then to realize that it was not just ice that was in your cup of goodness. there was also a dead bloody baby bird in your drink the whole time. what would you do next?
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I'd complain if I DIDN'T get a dead bloody baby bird in my drink. I thought that that's why they were called happy meals. Dead bloody baby bird goo makes me happy.
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