“Is that everything?”
“No.” (pause. snickering) “Throw in a big red Hummer! BAHAHAHA!!”
Tire squealing blasted over her earphones as the dark blue Neon roared past her drive through window. Alicia muted her headset microphone. She had been working at this crappy job all of one week now and was tired of these ignoramouses making lame sex jokes as she served up this artery-clogging garbage.
One week to university, she thought.
She wanted to say: “Listen you fat fucks, get out of the drive-in line and go bother the skanks at Wendys!” but instead she went into her welcoming spiel for the next car.
6 thoughts on “Big Red Hummer”
My favourite slogan was “supersize your ecological footprint today!”
Honey, when a door opens, one has to put one’s MC out there!
(Why are they called Hummers anyway?)
Macro-information! Macro-information!
Thank gawd I have a macro-cunt!
A man driving a Hummer is 99% guaranteed to have a micropenis.
If I had a hummer, I wouldn’t need an apt.