Family urged to complain over 'excrement ice cream'
October 26th 2008 03:59
A Sydney family which claims it was served ice-cream containing human excrement at an eastern suburbs hotel is being encouraged to lodge a formal complaint.
"We didn't ask for any ice cream," the father of the nuclear family told the waiter, his son, who was orbitting him like some strange microcosm of the world at large.
"But really, a formal complaint? That sounds so official. I'd really rather just sue, if that's all right?", the nuclear father, splitting things, told the manager, a real prick.
"Look here," the waiter, a bit worried about his shares since things turned to shit, told his manager, "He ordered ice cream with whatever shit we had. Ice cream!"
"Now wait just a minute!" the father, the centre of his known universe, butted in, "Can you? I've just got to lay some pipes," the father, and apparent plumber, asked.
"The toilets are that way. No, wait. That way. Hang on," the clearly confused manager, and big money-yearner, directed the father and would-be shit-hanger.
"I can't hang on. I have to go right now. You bloody shit!" the father, experiencing some haemorrhaging from the back-pocket, yelled at the manager, shocked.
"Are you going to eat that?" the waiter, clearly emaciated, asked of the heavy-shitter as he set his finger on a bulging button, "Go on, then," the father, relieved, responded.
"We didn't ask for any ice cream," the father of the nuclear family told the waiter, his son, who was orbitting him like some strange microcosm of the world at large.
"But really, a formal complaint? That sounds so official. I'd really rather just sue, if that's all right?", the nuclear father, splitting things, told the manager, a real prick.
"Look here," the waiter, a bit worried about his shares since things turned to shit, told his manager, "He ordered ice cream with whatever shit we had. Ice cream!"
"Now wait just a minute!" the father, the centre of his known universe, butted in, "Can you? I've just got to lay some pipes," the father, and apparent plumber, asked.
"The toilets are that way. No, wait. That way. Hang on," the clearly confused manager, and big money-yearner, directed the father and would-be shit-hanger.
"I can't hang on. I have to go right now. You bloody shit!" the father, experiencing some haemorrhaging from the back-pocket, yelled at the manager, shocked.
"Are you going to eat that?" the waiter, clearly emaciated, asked of the heavy-shitter as he set his finger on a bulging button, "Go on, then," the father, relieved, responded.
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oh i know what you mean!
apparently im a dead lesbian who runs a propaganda mill, can you imagine all the touchy fingers i had to recruit to pull off such a massive penis . . . ahem, i mean vagina, big strutting vagina . . .
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i cant believe this story is true!
but i saw it with my own eyes on the tv news!
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