There is a certain booth in a certain Denny’s haunted by the ghost of Andy Jones. His tortured soul remains barred from the afterlife lest he settle his unfinished business, an unfinished glass of Fanta. At certain times of night you can hear him. “sip”…”sip”…”sip”. But like Sisyphus and his boulder, every time Andy’s Fanta nears the bottom of the glass, a server comes by to top him off. Always tending to the refills. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. Trapping him forever in this ether between the realms of the living and the dead.
this is both just this website’s level of surrealist humor and a great advertisement for the attentiveness of denny’s wait staff on giving free refills and I frankly dont know how to handle it
one of the best burger joints i’ve been to in my life is from my home city. the only problem is, the entrance is guarded by a giant naked baby spectre. so, you really have to earn your burger there.
probably thought i was pullin’ shit out of my ass, huh? he’s real.
