Capt. Wolf

The very last time I ate at a Wendy’s, the burger I got was literally full of hair, like dragged across a dirty floor. I immediately complained and sent pics to their complaint department. It took them two months to respond, telling me I’d be contacted by the owner of the restaurant. It took him another month to respond, saying he’d like to meet me in person to apologize. Three months to get a reply… I told him I had no intention of meeting with him, I did not accept his apology, and I would never eat at a Wendy’s again. Moreover, I put the pics up on the review page for their location. They shut down a few months later.

Wendy’s can get fucked.

Sure, I bought the gun. I loaded it with live rounds. Yeah, I aimed it at the guy. I won’t deny I pulled the trigger, either. However, once the bullet left the barrel, I stopped being responsible for it! The bullet killed him, not me!