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Rapport sur la sécurité alimentaire : Chick-Fil-A.
il y a 13 ans •reported by user-rwyf4742
After a basic chicken sandwich at this establishment - just across the street from Quail Springs Mall on Penn, in front of the Super Target - I find myself sweating profusely and gradually coping with a bubbling gut that was clearly preparing for some major evacuation. It took about an hour and a half to two hours for it to kick in: I began spurting creamy, cheese sauce-like feces out of my tender, porky bunghole all over my bathroom, not unlike how a cafeteria worker might sling ladles of refried beans onto the trays of eager, hungry children. For approximately two hours my body forcibly blew urine-like feces out of my ass in a constant stream of hot, raw diarrhea that churned in my gut and reddened my poor, poor asshole from constant wiping. Never in my godforsaken life have I defecated so much, but that single sandwich set off a chain reaction that flooded my toilet with the chunky, brown remnants of my meals for the last 24 hours.
You should not eat at this Chick-Fil-A. This experience was enough to traumatize me so much so that I never eat Chick-Fil-A ever, as my asshole contracts just thinking about their deuce-juice-blasting sammiches. Swear this place off unless you wish to sicken yourself, your children and your loved ones, putting your clothing, furniture and vehicle apolstery at risk of huge, pungent torrents of watery shit. | Symptômes: Diarrhée
You should not eat at this Chick-Fil-A. This experience was enough to traumatize me so much so that I never eat Chick-Fil-A ever, as my asshole contracts just thinking about their deuce-juice-blasting sammiches. Swear this place off unless you wish to sicken yourself, your children and your loved ones, putting your clothing, furniture and vehicle apolstery at risk of huge, pungent torrents of watery shit. | Symptômes: Diarrhée
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