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I just are some fried chicken. The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and wane- Aferwards, the division manager at Papaya came up to my table and
asked me how the meal was" said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain he we quot. He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me
that would make up for it
He lead one to the back of the . to a room soaked from door to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a he horse, chained by all four legs to the stn. Ictures
supports of the warehouse like room- As I watched. employees of the popeyes out large sections from the horse, which was channeling and screaming in horror,
the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.
The ma employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the mom to
fiat chicken heeres.
They quickly tenderized the meat with and led it into a machine which fanned the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and Etna
I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steeds rump. the diseased asshole puckering with terror.
squirting pus with each convulsion. ‘We' re just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it that?“
I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis Into the stamens defenseless asshole. I came just as the horse tied. I was delighted.
Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer.