Not posting the article--it's all over the place. Listen if you eat from a gas station maybe it's your time to go home to baby Jesus and Mary Mother. This mother has been in the hospital for a month now as her illegitimate children circle her hospital bed.. Let's be real.. in ten years she would have gotta the 'beetus... We would have paid one way or the other. Only high school kids and day laborers eat meals from a gas station. She drizzled it on Doritos. You are a mother that pushed out at least three kids. Ignorance is not an excuse anymore. Rachett ass... never eat anything out of a gas station that's out of a dirty pump ran by a Paki or not packaged for your safety. Darwin wins again as the community pays for her medical bills and eventual GoFundMe burial.

How dare you berate people that eat at gas stations! You must be Mr. Perfect, huh?


I've eaten at gas stations all my life and I still look like I did at 18. Now that I'm on my 6th child, I get the nacho cheese cravings more than ever. Oh, and speaking of GoFundMe, please consider donating to me so I can cover the costs of my new child.


Proof that I'm a regular fountain of youth:
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Actually I'm Ms. Perfect. lick my boot slave.

Botulism for Dummies Wrote:
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> Actually I'm Ms. Perfect. lick my boot slave.



You're not as insanely hot as I am. I mix danger with fun and sexiness.
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I don't want Meade dropping dead from bad 7-11 nachos!

Someone on the yahoo boards posted a reply to the article on there where he advised readers not to buy nachos at a gas station but to buy them at a carryout. Probably a smart idea.

It reminds me of this Polish joke:

This guy gets off a plane at Reagan airport. He gets on the METRO to Old Town, gets off and walks up to a popo who's talking to a cab driver sitting there. He says to the popo

"You are please to tell me YIKCA hotel?"

The popo looks at him funny, then leans in the cab driver's open window.

"You ever heard of that place, 'YIMKA Hotel'?"


The cab driver says: "Oh, it's the Y, that guy's a Pollock. All Pollocks go to the Y"

Not thinking, the cop steps back, turns around and asks the guy "Are you Polish, or something?"

"How you could are telling, by Iksent?" the Pollock asks him.

The popo thinks about it, and says quickly, "Yeah, yeah, that's it." THen he tells the Pollock how to get to the Y.

Anyhow, the Pollock checks in, goes to the Community Room where he meets some other Pollocks and he tells them his story and how he wants to learn how to speak English correctly. One of the Pollocks tells him to practice saying the following:

"Good morning, Sir. May I please have a quart of milk, a loaf of bread, a quarter pound of butter and half a pound of yellow American cheese?"

So the Pollock practices this every spare moment. He practices it while he's waiting for the bus to take him to his new job, he practices it on the bus, he practices it before he goes to bed. In fact, he practices himself to sleep every night that week and the next. Finally, he feels confident enough to try it.

He wakes up Saturday morning, goes to the bathroom and washes, gets dressed, goes out of the Y, comes to a place of business, walks in. The guy behind the counter looks at him and says "Good morning, can I help you?".

The Pollock walks up to the counter and says "Good morning, Sir. May I please have a quart of milk, a loaf of bread, a quarter pound of butter and a half a pound of yellow American cheese?"

The guy behind the counter screws up his face, then asks "Are you Polish or something?"

"You could tell by my accent?" the Pollock asks.

The guy answers "No. You speak English just fine, but this is a hardware store."

The one with the checkered bow in the hair looks like a transvestite.

Gerry, clean that nacho tray! Wrote:
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> I don't want Meade dropping dead from bad 7-11
> nachos!


You forget Meade's greatest screen appearance was acting dead.
Him actually dying might be a career move to play to his strengths.
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Cleveland S. Teamer Wrote:
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> Someone on the yahoo boards posted a reply to the
> article on there where he advised readers not to
> buy nachos at a gas station but to buy them at a
> carryout. Probably a smart idea.
>
> It reminds me of this Polish joke:
>
> This guy gets off a plane at Reagan airport. He
> gets on the METRO to Old Town, gets off and walks
> up to a popo who's talking to a cab driver sitting
> there. He says to the popo
>
> "You are please to tell me YIKCA hotel?"
>
> The popo looks at him funny, then leans in the cab
> driver's open window.
>
> "You ever heard of that place, 'YIMKA Hotel'?"
>
>
> The cab driver says: "Oh, it's the Y, that guy's
> a Pollock. All Pollocks go to the Y"
>
> Not thinking, the cop steps back, turns around and
> asks the guy "Are you Polish, or something?"
>
> "How you could are telling, by Iksent?" the
> Pollock asks him.
>
> The popo thinks about it, and says quickly, "Yeah,
> yeah, that's it." THen he tells the Pollock how
> to get to the Y.
>
> Anyhow, the Pollock checks in, goes to the
> Community Room where he meets some other Pollocks
> and he tells them his story and how he wants to
> learn how to speak English correctly. One of the
> Pollocks tells him to practice saying the
> following:
>
> "Good morning, Sir. May I please have a quart of
> milk, a loaf of bread, a quarter pound of butter
> and half a pound of yellow American cheese?"
>
> So the Pollock practices this every spare moment.
> He practices it while he's waiting for the bus to
> take him to his new job, he practices it on the
> bus, he practices it before he goes to bed. In
> fact, he practices himself to sleep every night
> that week and the next. Finally, he feels
> confident enough to try it.
>
> He wakes up Saturday morning, goes to the bathroom
> and washes, gets dressed, goes out of the Y, comes
> to a place of business, walks in. The guy behind
> the counter looks at him and says "Good morning,
> can I help you?".
>
> The Pollock walks up to the counter and says
> "Good morning, Sir. May I please have a quart of
> milk, a loaf of bread, a quarter pound of butter
> and a half a pound of yellow American cheese?"
>
> The guy behind the counter screws up his face,
> then asks "Are you Polish or something?"
>
> "You could tell by my accent?" the Pollock asks.
>
> The guy answers "No. You speak English just fine,
> but this is a hardware store."

Ha!

I haven't heard a Pollack joke in a coon's age.

WTF is a "nacho cheese gas station"? Never seen one.

Question for OP Wrote:
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> WTF is a "nacho cheese gas station"? Never seen
> one.

I think he's referencing places like 7-11 and sheetz where you can buy food and then use one of those disgusting condiment stations to accentuate your 99 cent nachos

poorly worded Wrote:
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> Question for OP Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > WTF is a "nacho cheese gas station"? Never
> seen
> > one.
>
> I think he's referencing places like 7-11 and
> sheetz where you can buy food and then use one of
> those disgusting condiment stations to accentuate
> your 99 cent nachos


We know what happened last time Meade ate at one of those.
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Botulism for Dummies Wrote:
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> Not posting the article--it's all over the place.
> Listen if you eat from a gas station maybe it's
> your time to go home to baby Jesus and Mary
> Mother. This mother has been in the hospital for a
> month now as her illegitimate children circle her
> hospital bed.. Let's be real.. in ten years she
> would have gotta the 'beetus... We would have paid
> one way or the other. Only high school kids and
> day laborers eat meals from a gas station. She
> drizzled it on Doritos. You are a mother that
> pushed out at least three kids. Ignorance is not
> an excuse anymore. Rachett ass... never eat
> anything out of a gas station that's out of a
> dirty pump ran by a Paki or not packaged for your
> safety. Darwin wins again as the community pays
> for her medical bills and eventual GoFundMe
> burial.
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> WTF is a "nacho cheese gas station"? Never seen
> one.

See, it's one those places where the employees eat nachos all day. They have hoses stuffed up their asses that go into tanks. When the employees fart, the fart gas goes into the tanks and the proprietor sells the gas to people. Since the employees eat nothing but nacho cheese, it's nacho cheese gas that the place sells. So it's a Nacho Cheese Gas Station.

This happened back in the 1970s, when the gummint was giving away cheese wheels to welfare recipients.



It seems this guy had knocked up his wife, so she was having cravings. Anyhow, this guy was a pretty good husband and he was trying to make his wife as comfortable as possible while she was schlepping around this baby inside her.


One night, she tells her husband she's having a craving for nacho cheese. So husband gets in the car, drives to a grocery store, but they don't have any. He drives to a couple of other stores and carryouts, still no luck. Anyhow, he's at the end of his wits when he comes to a High's store that's sitting at the bottom of a hill. He parks the car, puts it in gear and sets the brake, then he goes inside. He asks the clerk if he has any nacho cheese. The clerk shakes his head "no". Dejected, the gentleman exits the store, starts for his car when he sees a cheese wheel rolling down the hill. He steps in the street, stops the cheese wheel, picks it up and looks at it. He hears a ruckus and looks up the hill, in the direction of the ruckus and sees this black guy running down the hill, waving his arms and yelling. He takes note of what the black guy's saying, nods, smiles, jumps in his car, throws the clutch, starts it, releases the brake and drives off.

He gets home and presents his wife with the cheese wheel. She looks at it funny and says to him "Honey, are you sure this is nacho cheese? It doesn't look like nacho cheese".

"Oh, yes, dear, I'm SURE it's nacho cheese" the gentleman answers his wife.

"Well, how do you know, honey?" she inquires.

Her husband tells her the tale of woe, about the stops made in vain, then he tells her about the High's store. "Ya' see. honey, I was so sad I was going to have to disappoint you, when this cheese wheel came flying down the hill....and there was this black guy in the street pointing to it and yelling NO' CHO CHEESE! NO' CHO' CHEESE!!!!!"

Cleveland S. Teamer Wrote:
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> This happened back in the 1970s, when the gummint
> was giving away cheese wheels to welfare
> recipients.
>
>
>
> It seems this guy had knocked up his wife, so she
> was having cravings. Anyhow, this guy was a
> pretty good husband and he was trying to make his
> wife as comfortable as possible while she was
> schlepping around this baby inside her.
>
>
> One night, she tells her husband she's having a
> craving for nacho cheese. So husband gets in the
> car, drives to a grocery store, but they don't
> have any. He drives to a couple of other stores
> and carryouts, still no luck. Anyhow, he's at the
> end of his wits when he comes to a High's store
> that's sitting at the bottom of a hill. He parks
> the car, puts it in gear and sets the brake, then
> he goes inside. He asks the clerk if he has any
> nacho cheese. The clerk shakes his head "no".
> Dejected, the gentleman exits the store, starts
> for his car when he sees a cheese wheel rolling
> down the hill. He steps in the street, stops the
> cheese wheel, picks it up and looks at it. He
> hears a ruckus and looks up the hill, in the
> direction of the ruckus and sees this black guy
> running down the hill, waving his arms and
> yelling. He takes note of what the black guy's
> saying, nods, smiles, jumps in his car, throws the
> clutch, starts it, releases the brake and drives
> off.
>
> He gets home and presents his wife with the cheese
> wheel. She looks at it funny and says to him
> "Honey, are you sure this is nacho cheese? It
> doesn't look like nacho cheese".
>
> "Oh, yes, dear, I'm SURE it's nacho cheese" the
> gentleman answers his wife.
>
> "Well, how do you know, honey?" she inquires.
>
> Her husband tells her the tale of woe, about the
> stops made in vain, then he tells her about the
> High's store. "Ya' see. honey, I was so sad I was
> going to have to disappoint you, when this cheese
> wheel came flying down the hill....and there was
> this black guy in the street pointing to it and
> yelling NO' CHO CHEESE! NO' CHO' CHEESE!!!!!"


Uh TLDR but I guess great post dude. You are really funny.