Rob was out with a friend today. A nice lunch.
Very nice.
The friend bit into his hamburger and THERE WAS A PUBIC HAIR IN THE BURGER. Not just any hair. A pubic hair.
(Shiver in revolted disgust.)
Yes, folks, this is true.
Said friend got his platter free, and a dessert! Woo Hoo. Rob continued to eat, apparently, and did not get a free meal for the vicarious trauma he suffered as a result of seeing his friend with pubic hair between his teeth.
I can't imagine what I would do if that was my restaurant.
I think I would do more than a free burger and dessert.
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I'm afraid I would need a nuclear waste scrub down like on Monsters, Inc.
Is it ok for me to admit that your description of this tragic event made me laugh my ass off?
Well, then, Karla. You may have even dislodged some pubic hairs.
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