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I'm going to eat at Denny's by myself.
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2017-11-12 at 7:47 AM UTCthread title is redundant, anybody that goes to Dennys eats alone
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2017-11-12 at 8:34 AM UTC
Originally posted by TAFK Dumpster Slut It went really well. I asked for a table for 8 and asked them to fill water cups and leave menus out while I sat alone. Great memories, until next time!
I didn't actually eat though, I just drank the water for about 45 minutes and then left without ordering anything.
I was thinking it would be a good "scam" if you genuinely told them you had 8 GOOD FRIENDS on their way, and then kept ordering waters for a while, becoming increasingly visibly forlorn as time went on, then wipe away years after 45 minutes or so and decide "what the hell I'm here anyway guess I'll order something nice for myself".. then order whatever Denny's best shit is, continue weeping during your entire meal, and hopefully it all amounts to a sympathy on-the-house meal. -
2017-11-12 at 9:32 AM UTC
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2017-11-12 at 12:32 PM UTCIf I was there with you, we'd be getting a GRAND SLAM BREAKFAST. One for you, one for me. Once the waitress delivered our food, we'd politely thank her, answer "no" when she asks if we need anything else, and then promptly tell her to fuck off when she lingers around our table a little longer than what is acceptable.
I will WOLF DOWN my entire GRAND SLAM BREAKFAST meal, because I feel like I am starving because I have been drinking beer for 5 days straight, missing the loss of a loved one, and not eating any food whatsoever. I gobble down my entire plate and with bacon and eggs still in my mouth, mushed into a strange paste between my teeth, I SLINK under the table and SUCK YOUR DICK.
You moan in ecstasy as I SUCK and you eat your HASHBROWNS. You bite into your EGGS as I CUP your ballsack and deep throat it. Wriggling with pleasure, you barely manage to get your slice of bacon off the plate when I reach around and grab your asscheeks, grip them firmly, and forcefully SLAM your DICK in my THROAT. I time it just as you take the bite of bacon. You wriggle, jerk, convulse, let out an audible "ohhh" as your body CASCADES into a series of VIOLENT shakes and SPASMS and OUNCES and OUNCES of semen squirts from your ROCK HARD DICK.
I crawl out from under the table and stumble out into the night, leaving you with the bill of $37.22. My body would be later found the following day completely mangled and crows have picked out my eyeballs entirely. You stare at the bill as a band of sweat trickles down your face. You know you need to tip your waitress, but you already think a $37 bill is astronomically expensive. You try and juggle your expenses in your mind: "I just won't turn anything on, not my TV, not my computer, not even a light bulb for a week! I'll live under the warmth of a blanket, a good book, and a flashlight"
As you are considering your expenses, a man bursts into the restaurant...
"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he shouts in an excited tone.
"P-Please! I have a daught-.." a woman near him tried to plead before he aimed his sawed-off, pistol grip shotgun at her face and blew her head off. Her mostly headless body crumpled to the floor around her children as they screamed and cried in terror. A pool of blood quickly circled the body and her children held on to her headless body and cried, "NOOOOO, MOMMY!!!!"
Everyone in the restaurant now knows the man with the gun in the middle of Denny's isn't fucking around. He means business.
"Everyone! Get your wallets out, purses out! I want cash! Cash people!!!!!!!" he rages while wildly pointing his rifle at people.
The entire customer base raffled through their back pockets and purses, desperately digging out their wallets and throwing the cash on the floor at his feet. The sight of the growing pile of cash must have aroused him, as he threw his head back and MOANED as he slowly massaged his DICK.
You sit in your little booth, shaking with fear. You have already shit AND pissed your pants. Your stomach churns from the 1/2 gallon of oil you consumed in the Denny's food. You vomit violently directly into your lap. Huge, gushing waterfalls of brown-orange puke with that "sickly sweet" scent of partially digested food and stomach bile.
The robber approaches your booth, interested in why you are violently reacting in such a way. He pulls his dick out of his pants and allows it to UNROLL on the table. It's hideously long. You glare at it and realize you have never seen a dick like this, not one that had to be rolled up like a Fruit-Roll-Up at least...
You take in a deep breath, knowing what must happen when.....
Post last edited by Grimace at 2017-11-12T12:35:17.294190+00:00The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-11-12 at 12:32 PM UTCFINISH IT!The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-11-12 at 12:44 PM UTCThat was beautifully written Grimace.
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2017-11-12 at 12:45 PM UTC
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2017-11-12 at 12:45 PM UTC
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2017-11-12 at 12:54 PM UTCi'm confident that i've been through the legal system more than enough to adequately represent myself.
which countries legal system will you be suing me under?
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2017-11-12 at 7:32 PM UTC
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2017-11-12 at 7:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by Grimace If I was there with you, we'd be getting a GRAND SLAM BREAKFAST. One for you, one for me. Once the waitress delivered our food, we'd politely thank her, answer "no" when she asks if we need anything else, and then promptly tell her to fuck off when she lingers around our table a little longer than what is acceptable.
I will WOLF DOWN my entire GRAND SLAM BREAKFAST meal, because I feel like I am starving because I have been drinking beer for 5 days straight, missing the loss of a loved one, and not eating any food whatsoever. I gobble down my entire plate and with bacon and eggs still in my mouth, mushed into a strange paste between my teeth, I SLINK under the table and SUCK YOUR DICK.
You moan in ecstasy as I SUCK and you eat your HASHBROWNS. You bite into your EGGS as I CUP your ballsack and deep throat it. Wriggling with pleasure, you barely manage to get your slice of bacon off the plate when I reach around and grab your asscheeks, grip them firmly, and forcefully SLAM your DICK in my THROAT. I time it just as you take the bite of bacon. You wriggle, jerk, convulse, let out an audible "ohhh" as your body CASCADES into a series of VIOLENT shakes and SPASMS and OUNCES and OUNCES of semen squirts from your ROCK HARD DICK.
I crawl out from under the table and stumble out into the night, leaving you with the bill of $37.22. My body would be later found the following day completely mangled and crows have picked out my eyeballs entirely. You stare at the bill as a band of sweat trickles down your face. You know you need to tip your waitress, but you already think a $37 bill is astronomically expensive. You try and juggle your expenses in your mind: "I just won't turn anything on, not my TV, not my computer, not even a light bulb for a week! I'll live under the warmth of a blanket, a good book, and a flashlight"
As you are considering your expenses, a man bursts into the restaurant…
"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he shouts in an excited tone.
"P-Please! I have a daught-.." a woman near him tried to plead before he aimed his sawed-off, pistol grip shotgun at her face and blew her head off. Her mostly headless body crumpled to the floor around her children as they screamed and cried in terror. A pool of blood quickly circled the body and her children held on to her headless body and cried, "NOOOOO, MOMMY!!!!"
Everyone in the restaurant now knows the man with the gun in the middle of Denny's isn't fucking around. He means business.
"Everyone! Get your wallets out, purses out! I want cash! Cash people!!!!!!!" he rages while wildly pointing his rifle at people.
The entire customer base raffled through their back pockets and purses, desperately digging out their wallets and throwing the cash on the floor at his feet. The sight of the growing pile of cash must have aroused him, as he threw his head back and MOANED as he slowly massaged his DICK.
You sit in your little booth, shaking with fear. You have already shit AND pissed your pants. Your stomach churns from the 1/2 gallon of oil you consumed in the Denny's food. You vomit violently directly into your lap. Huge, gushing waterfalls of brown-orange puke with that "sickly sweet" scent of partially digested food and stomach bile.
The robber approaches your booth, interested in why you are violently reacting in such a way. He pulls his dick out of his pants and allows it to UNROLL on the table. It's hideously long. You glare at it and realize you have never seen a dick like this, not one that had to be rolled up like a Fruit-Roll-Up at least…
You take in a deep breath, knowing what must happen when…..
Post last edited by Grimace at 2017-11-12T12:35:17.294190+00:00
$37.22.. 2 Grand Slams.. sounds like no drink.. this story must take place in the future. About 15 years in the future. 2032. -
2017-11-12 at 7:46 PM UTC
Originally posted by TAFK Dumpster Slut It went really well. I asked for a table for 8 and asked them to fill water cups and leave menus out while I sat alone. Great memories, until next time!
I didn't actually eat though, I just drank the water for about 45 minutes and then left without ordering anything.
Did you leave a water tip? -
2017-11-12 at 9:20 PM UTC
Originally posted by mmQ I was thinking it would be a good "scam" if you genuinely told them you had 8 GOOD FRIENDS on their way, and then kept ordering waters for a while, becoming increasingly visibly forlorn as time went on, then wipe away years after 45 minutes or so and decide "what the hell I'm here anyway guess I'll order something nice for myself".. then order whatever Denny's best shit is, continue weeping during your entire meal, and hopefully it all amounts to a sympathy on-the-house meal.
Or leave without paying... -
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