No matter how down I feel I always know that I can go to a Wendy’s and order myself spicy chicken sandwiches with fries to eat the sadness away. I like to dip my fries in ranch dressing packets served with a side of cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper.
This has become my weekly ritual and routine. Without Wendy’s I don’t know how I could cope with life anymore, it has become my very own meditation temple that I take a weekly pilgrimage to. I also like the chili and icecream frosties.
Inside the eating dining room they’re playing vintage 60s and 70s rock, the entire world outside could be a burning war zone with people shooting each other in the streets, but so long as I have my spicy chicken sandwiches I really don’t care, life prevails.
dude look. this isn’t about me. just do it. you don’t have to thank me, or even acknowledge that you enjoy it or anything. just next time you are there, do it and stop denying yourself the pleasure of it.
dude it is science. like when you get an affogato. its hot and cold at the same time. so good. also salty and sweet at the same time like chinese food. science.
look i pretty much bullshit all the time and i have a long history of intentionally giving bad advice just to see a little chaos out of pure boredom, but right now im being completely serious. just dip the fries in the frosty man. this is a rare moment of me actually sharing something that i think will bring joy to the world.
