- Areola Grande
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it's a free country u pervs
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Mom's Roast Beast Omelet combo. OJ and potato cakes included only 5.99 us dollars
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Feb 16, 2021 09:00
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- Adbot
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May 30, 2024 13:42
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a stack of roast beef tossed into a wrapper and served with a coffee and hash brown
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Feb 16, 2021 13:53
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- cruft
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Arby's: Well, That's Apparently Meat ™️.
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Feb 16, 2021 15:11
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- google THIS
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The French dip breakfast burrito with "south-of-the-border" au jus (our regular au jus with a stolen Taco Bell sauce packet squeezed into it)
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Feb 16, 2021 15:32
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Waking up at the crack of dawn to throw a giant slab of our signature slow roasted egg loaf on the meat slicer. It looks and tastes a lot like our signature roast beef but it's yellow
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Feb 16, 2021 15:47
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- Buttchocks
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No, I like my hat, thanks.
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french toast made with stale buns
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Feb 16, 2021 16:50
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- FactsAreUseless
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Chicken-fried individual roast beef slices
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Feb 16, 2021 17:22
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- google THIS
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Curly fry hash browns. Actually that doesn't sound bad tbh
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Feb 16, 2021 18:44
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- Randy Travesty
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PHANTOM QUEEN
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[Scene: a dimly lit fast food restaurant in the middle of the Tehachapi Mountains, five AM. You are alone. You approach the counter. A mechanical clicking and whirring begins. The dessicated corpse of Worker, suspended from cables leading into the ceiling, is brought out from a sliding wall.]
Worker (from a crackling radio around the corpse's neck): Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, it is, Arby's. Have some meats.
[A large pile of shaved protein is shoved into your mouth by a robotic arm attached to the worker's back.]
Worker: Biscuits. You will ingest biscuits.
[Small, hard discs of indeterminate origin pelt your face. You open your mouth to protest, but the biscuits enter your body. You feel them writhing down your throat, descending into your stomach, where they quickly multiply and swell your body in preparation for The Sauce.]
Worker: Please enjoy your breakfast sauce.
[A yellowish-gray slurry is pumped into your throat via a sluice, jammed into your face, descending from the ceiling.]
Worker: mmm mmmm, that is some meat.
[Your blood is thick with the meats. Your organs are failing. Your eyes become heavy and your lungs gasp for air as you become one with the breakfast menu.]
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Feb 16, 2021 19:32
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[Scene: a dimly lit fast food restaurant in the middle of the Tehachapi Mountains, five AM. You are alone. You approach the counter. A mechanical clicking and whirring begins. The dessicated corpse of Worker, suspended from cables leading into the ceiling, is brought out from a sliding wall.]
Worker (from a crackling radio around the corpse's neck): Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, it is, Arby's. Have some meats.
[A large pile of shaved protein is shoved into your mouth by a robotic arm attached to the worker's back.]
Worker: Biscuits. You will ingest biscuits.
[Small, hard discs of indeterminate origin pelt your face. You open your mouth to protest, but the biscuits enter your body. You feel them writhing down your throat, descending into your stomach, where they quickly multiply and swell your body in preparation for The Sauce.]
Worker: Please enjoy your breakfast sauce.
[A yellowish-gray slurry is pumped into your throat via a sluice, jammed into your face, descending from the ceiling.]
Worker: mmm mmmm, that is some meat.
[Your blood is thick with the meats. Your organs are failing. Your eyes become heavy and your lungs gasp for air as you become one with the breakfast menu.]
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Feb 16, 2021 19:52
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- Wilmott Snipes
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It's daddy shithead, where's the bourbon?
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[Scene: a dimly lit fast food restaurant in the middle of the Tehachapi Mountains, five AM. You are alone. You approach the counter. A mechanical clicking and whirring begins. The dessicated corpse of Worker, suspended from cables leading into the ceiling, is brought out from a sliding wall.]
Worker (from a crackling radio around the corpse's neck): Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, it is, Arby's. Have some meats.
[A large pile of shaved protein is shoved into your mouth by a robotic arm attached to the worker's back.]
Worker: Biscuits. You will ingest biscuits.
[Small, hard discs of indeterminate origin pelt your face. You open your mouth to protest, but the biscuits enter your body. You feel them writhing down your throat, descending into your stomach, where they quickly multiply and swell your body in preparation for The Sauce.]
Worker: Please enjoy your breakfast sauce.
[A yellowish-gray slurry is pumped into your throat via a sluice, jammed into your face, descending from the ceiling.]
Worker: mmm mmmm, that is some meat.
[Your blood is thick with the meats. Your organs are failing. Your eyes become heavy and your lungs gasp for air as you become one with the breakfast menu.]
This is also the regular menu.
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Feb 16, 2021 20:05
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- Areola Grande
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it's a free country u pervs
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[Scene: a dimly lit fast food restaurant in the middle of the Tehachapi Mountains, five AM. You are alone. You approach the counter. A mechanical clicking and whirring begins. The dessicated corpse of Worker, suspended from cables leading into the ceiling, is brought out from a sliding wall.]
Worker (from a crackling radio around the corpse's neck): Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, it is, Arby's. Have some meats.
[A large pile of shaved protein is shoved into your mouth by a robotic arm attached to the worker's back.]
Worker: Biscuits. You will ingest biscuits.
[Small, hard discs of indeterminate origin pelt your face. You open your mouth to protest, but the biscuits enter your body. You feel them writhing down your throat, descending into your stomach, where they quickly multiply and swell your body in preparation for The Sauce.]
Worker: Please enjoy your breakfast sauce.
[A yellowish-gray slurry is pumped into your throat via a sluice, jammed into your face, descending from the ceiling.]
Worker: mmm mmmm, that is some meat.
[Your blood is thick with the meats. Your organs are failing. Your eyes become heavy and your lungs gasp for air as you become one with the breakfast menu.]
lmao
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Feb 16, 2021 20:15
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- cruft
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[Scene: a dimly lit fast food restaurant in the middle of the Tehachapi Mountains, five AM. You are alone. You approach the counter. A mechanical clicking and whirring begins. The dessicated corpse of Worker, suspended from cables leading into the ceiling, is brought out from a sliding wall.]
Worker (from a crackling radio around the corpse's neck): Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, it is, Arby's. Have some meats.
[A large pile of shaved protein is shoved into your mouth by a robotic arm attached to the worker's back.]
Worker: Biscuits. You will ingest biscuits.
[Small, hard discs of indeterminate origin pelt your face. You open your mouth to protest, but the biscuits enter your body. You feel them writhing down your throat, descending into your stomach, where they quickly multiply and swell your body in preparation for The Sauce.]
Worker: Please enjoy your breakfast sauce.
[A yellowish-gray slurry is pumped into your throat via a sluice, jammed into your face, descending from the ceiling.]
Worker: mmm mmmm, that is some meat.
[Your blood is thick with the meats. Your organs are failing. Your eyes become heavy and your lungs gasp for air as you become one with the breakfast menu.]
I want to make a text adventure game out of this.
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Feb 16, 2021 20:21
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- Bright Bart
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False. There is only one electron and it has never stopped
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[Scene: a dimly lit fast food restaurant in the middle of the Tehachapi Mountains, five AM. You are alone. You approach the counter. A mechanical clicking and whirring begins. The dessicated corpse of Worker, suspended from cables leading into the ceiling, is brought out from a sliding wall.]
Worker (from a crackling radio around the corpse's neck): Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, it is, Arby's. Have some meats.
[A large pile of shaved protein is shoved into your mouth by a robotic arm attached to the worker's back.]
Worker: Biscuits. You will ingest biscuits.
[Small, hard discs of indeterminate origin pelt your face. You open your mouth to protest, but the biscuits enter your body. You feel them writhing down your throat, descending into your stomach, where they quickly multiply and swell your body in preparation for The Sauce.]
Worker: Please enjoy your breakfast sauce.
[A yellowish-gray slurry is pumped into your throat via a sluice, jammed into your face, descending from the ceiling.]
Worker: mmm mmmm, that is some meat.
[Your blood is thick with the meats. Your organs are failing. Your eyes become heavy and your lungs gasp for air as you become one with the breakfast menu.]
!!!!!!!!!!
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Feb 16, 2021 21:01
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- Derpies
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by sebmojo
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Look just put the Horsey sauce in my coffee the customer is always right !!!
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Feb 16, 2021 21:30
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- Areola Grande
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it's a free country u pervs
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Jammin' Jamocha™ Gyro Breakfast Arb-urrito
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Feb 17, 2021 00:09
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- Areola Grande
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it's a free country u pervs
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"loose mutton surprise"
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Feb 17, 2021 00:18
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- nut
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getting my coffee cup and gravy cup confused
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Feb 17, 2021 00:56
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- Areola Grande
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it's a free country u pervs
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arby;s presents: harmburger
the value meal comes with traitor tots and a small frozen yoghurt
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Feb 17, 2021 03:05
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- Derpies
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by sebmojo
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I'll have some egg stuffed jalepeno poppers wrapped in a pastrami please
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Feb 17, 2021 03:43
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- nut
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Orby’s
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Feb 17, 2021 03:58
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- nut
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I’m thinking Orby’s
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Feb 17, 2021 03:58
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Arby's Big Monte Cristo, made by throwing a roast beef sandwich in the deep fryer
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Feb 17, 2021 06:06
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- Areola Grande
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it's a free country u pervs
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Feb 17, 2021 06:07
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- FactsAreUseless
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Arby's High-Stackin' Rodeo Hotcakes: six hamburger bun halves, heated, one container of maple syrup
Arby's Ooh-La-La Paris-Style French Toast Dippers: six hamburger bun halves, fried, one container of maple syrup
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Feb 17, 2021 06:13
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