Just Vent | Just Venting

Every time I go to those fancy funhouse burger places, they always repeat the same dumbass line: "Do you want SOME pink or NO pink?" Unless you're a hot little coed and you're propositioning me, you're pissing me off. I want a red, dripping, damn near raw burger. I don't care if the poop gets in there when they grind it, I don't care what kind of diseases I'm risking. I want a half pound of raw beef on a bun with cheese.

I know it's not the little teenybopper waitresses' fault either; it's the managers who don't want to risk a retard getting sick and suing them. Grow some balls, burger joints! Goldie's serves rare burgers, and you can damn well afford to do it too.