That what the decadent Amis (who are no bros to tha culture) after
thier orgies, left for us.
Fastfood from any blabla-buy-my-fat-supersize-store.
Mostly the remaining Stuff of the Triple and Quater-Pounders with a weird sauce pickles some mass
called "cheese" and some contemptible, disgustig "French"-Fries with too much Salt. They Call it Cheeseburger by MC Dirt.
To have for the absolute
Rest of your Money, nearby the local Trainstation. Better
take to the Train.
pit : "oh man these american breakfasts
killing me. I guess
I ' ll pay anyday with my Puke on it"
: "alda, go for mamas lasange next time
or ask me to grill you some deli schnitzel, bro!"