Quote (strongarm123 @ Feb 2 2010 10:53am)
I just ate some Subway. The meats were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm. Afterwards, the division manager of
Subway came up to my table and asked me how the meal was.I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain "desert".
He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it. He lead me to the back of the subway,
to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural
supports of the warehouse like room. As I watched, employees of the subway cut large sections from the horse. The subway
employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn
around the room to find discarded tomatoes. They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which
formed the horsemeat into meat slices, packed it and put it in the freezer. I asked the division manager why he had led me back to
this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each
convulsion. {We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?} I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time
jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head,
making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted. Subway definitely went the extra mile to make
me a satisfied customer.
everytime i read this it amazes me that someone has a sick enough mind to think of a story like this.
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