outta control trash can in the can at arbys

Part II of my expose on the seedy underbelly of American Rest Stops. I payed my quarter and picked my poison. You can imagine my dismay to find they were out of every flavor. I was near the end of a long, arduous journey. I was stinky! I went to the counter and asked the attendant to fix the situation... A refund, perhaps? Or maybe she had a bottle of her own brand in her purse that she could spritz me with? I didn't care. But she said no. She was mean and i stayed smelly. The end.

its true.

fo realz yo

and its really sick.

seriously, yall. i'm not even kidding. sometimes bekah toots, and she doesn't think that i hear her, but i DO