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Rapport sur la sécurité alimentaire : Papa John's.
il y a 9 ans •reported by user-nxvyn595
Supreme Pizza. Check. Ranch dipping sauce. Check. Lazy employees. Check. I ordered an hour and a half early and gave some Mr. Gen-Y Cool Stoner Guy my precise arrival time. He said something along the lines of 'Ah-ite Bra'. I should have known, but I will guarantee the three goofballs working there left my dinner marinating at room temp over the course of 1.5 hours. It takes me about a half hour to get home in addition to that. Right now, as we speak....Oh Dear Lord....Oh no. I'm sorting out their error on my toilet in fiery agony and acute discomfort as the natural oils from the pepperoni and sausage are merciless and unforgiving upon exit. It's almost as if they are scorching my little balloon tie. Those bastards. Now I have to go find a paint scraper for the inside of the toilet bowl. I just flushed and I saw a few little adorable bits of semi-digested green pepper. Ahh, so sweet. Those bastards. Buyer beware. | Symptômes: Diarrhée