This is putting the buzz on the fuzz. Now shut up and pass me the Doritos. I worked at the BK Lounge for many years in high school and college and I have to say - we never did anything quite like that. I bogarted my fair share of free food though. I wouldn't even want to guess how many chicken tenders were eaten while hot & crispy yet written up on the old and gunky throw-away waste sheet. The worst thing I ever did while employed there was to get thrown out by the head manager (and I was one of her favorites) one night when I showed up not to work but to kick the living crap out of someone who was working that night who had a part in altering some personal property of mine. No, I didn't get to kick the crap out of him, but I made him lie and shake in front of 3 of his friends who knew he did it - by daring him to "man up" and admit he did it and then face the consequences when he got off work. Wow. That was a blast from the past that didn't even cross my mind when I saw the BK story. I just wanted a reason to post a Spicoli picture and then got the mouth out of control. Anyway - Love the character. Hate the actor.
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"altering personal property"? I don't remember this story - should I?
you were in florida already. this guy was a good friend of my personal lex luther. he showed up with other friends to a keg party I was at hosted by a friend of mine. of course lex wouldn't go because he knew i'd be there. they were under age and i was (wink, wink) really worried (wink, wink) about their safety so the host of the party, myself and guido showed them the door. it was snowing that night and when we left the party my windshield wipers (or should i say Still A. Dad's) were bent straight back. i always love the guys who are too afraid to say or do anything to your face and then they go after a harmless car. i called a friend of a friend of a friend of one of the guys and confirmed it was the BK Lounge employee who actually did the bending. when confronted in front of a few of his friends, the poor kid wouldn't even confess. to me, that was a better end game than actually fighting because everyone knows i'm a lover....not a fighter.
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