burger king... omg i have never had a worse experience in my life!!! well first of all i've never had a worse week in my life... first monday one of my very dear friends decided to steal from me... nice huh? second i had a little mishap... then i had another little mishap... and i have an awful painful tooth/ear/head/face ache on the right side... so this brings to the bk experience... where do i start... lets start with the retarded possibly new obviously hiding his homosesxuality still, cashier... why is it so hard to understand what the words no  mayo? or how can a person not know the difference between the words french fries and onion rings or small and large... shouldn't it be necessary to read in order to run the cash register? however he did give give the 3 toddlers i had with me to enhance the experience, free french fries... i do suppose perhaps he did not understand that when you substitute apple fries for french fries that means leave the french fries out... oh well... so when i ask the obese gangsta lady behind the counter to please give me a gd chicken sandwich with no effin mayo... she had to roll her eyes like the bitch i assume she is... then she quickly blamed it on the cashier... then after eating my entirely too greasy food and then sticking my finger down my throat to stop the onset of nausea my very helpful cousin matthew and i put the kiddies shoes on... and of course mine has to run to the playground and to the top of the no adults allowed jungle gym... and hide while i stay at the bottom and scream... does she listen? no. do all the onlooking adults who now think i may be a child abuser? yes, yes they do... well eff them and eff whom-ever thought the effing no adult jungle gym in a fast food resturaunt that has only sugary drinks is a good idea... and eff all the fat women who think that they are somthing special because they have advanced to drive thru from grill... and fuck the guy who thought i looked like i needed to buy his god damn stolen camera key chains and fuck him for coming back with  god damn coloring books... y would you wear a tie to sell stolen shit at the local burger joint? sometimes i wish i was emo so i could cut myself... woo woo shout out to sonja...