The redhead in the Snorg-tees ad

To each his own, I guess. ;D

 

I laughed once at your joke, then again at the background.

 

She's hot, but creepy. Crazy eyes and an unhealthy, socially-awkward obsession with eating every meal at Wendy's.
She's the kind of girl who's cool at first. She's a hot redhead, seems fun and you'd say "Thank God" when she suggests eating at Wendy's on your first date rather than the expensive Italian place across town.
Then, when things go well and you end up back at her place ... my God.
She has Wendy's memorabilia on the walls, in a dozen curio cabinets and covering the refrigerator. Everybody needs a hobby, but the life-size wax figurine of Clara Peller that stares at you from the corner of the bedroom is just damned creepy. You get to make a "Where's the Beef? In my pants!" joke that she eats up (so to speak), but doing it in front of Clara is like doing it in front of your grandmother.
Still, things go well. She's still a hot redhead who's a dynamo in the sack. Everything clicks until the day she unexpectedly stops by your office and sees you eating a Big Mac at your desk.
Time stops. Somewhere, a record screeches as birds chirp. She flips out. Your stammered excuse that it's a 20-minute drive from the office to the closest Wendy's, and two blocks to McDonalds, falls on deaf ears.
"How long has this been going on!?" she screams. "I bet you sing the jingle to the Drive-thru Whore, too! Two all beef patties, special sauce on your downstairs lettuce! WE'RE A WENDY'S FAMILY, ASSHOLE!!!"
You spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the mess with your boss and narrowly avoid being fired. On the way home you drive the 20 minutes out of the way to get Frostys for the both of you. They're half melted and lukewarm when you get home, but hopefully they'll ease the tension.
When you get to her apartment, all the lights are out. You find her in the darkened bedroom playing with a kids meal toy next to Clara. She looks up at you with the crazy eyes and you see the glint of a spork in the moonlight, coming for your jugular. Dodging it just in time, you counterattack by throwing the Frosty at her and make a run for the door.
Time stands still. You make it through the door and to the car, throw it in gear and never look back.
Wendy's Chick?
Hot as a Texas sidewalk on the Fourth of July, crazier than a cave full of batshit.

 

Thanks for ruining the dream Batman!

 

Hey, if you can avoid eating at any other fast food places and are OK with shagging a hot chick while Clara Peller watches, the dream lives on, man!

 

She's Phoebe with ginger.

Run far.

 

For a minute there, I thought we were about to get our first dick amputation by a plastic spork.

 

Crazy eyes, my ass! I could stare into them all day (and night).

 

Post of the year material, right there.

 

Not horrible, certainly not Care Bear/Denny Neagle bait.

 

The Bad Ideas T Shirt ad that keeps showing up to the left side of the page cracks me up. Just a blonde in a tank top leaning over showing her cleavage, you can't even tell what's written on the shirt.