perpetualradarcommunications.com … ers-part….
“I cannot believe that these people actually exchange real American currency for this square, steamed mixture of rodent feces and sawdust on a tiny bun. This is the bastard love child of a 7-Eleven microwavable meat patty and the entrail drippings of roadkill left to fester on Midwestern highways in the hot July sun. Happily it’s as thin as a Post-it note so as not to avoid inadvertently engaging your gag reflex.”
Does “7-Eleven microwavable meat patty” mean “meat patty” that is cooked in a microwave oven between 7 am and 11 am?