In a small sleepy town in Georgia, my hometown to be exact, was a Hardees. Now its one thing for a Hardees to be bad...but our Hardees is awful. No one goes there except for old people and all the waiters are old. But theres one lady in particular who this story is about; her name was Dot. This is a true story...unfortunatly for me.
Now this lady, Dot, is a friend of my Grandmother. When I was little, my Grandmother would take me to the Hardees. I was adorable and Mrs. Dot had a habit of kissing, hugging, and practically molesting me.
Well for the first time in maybe six years, my Grandmother forced me back to the Hardees. And guess what happened....
I must tell later. I have to go.
The camp fire (need more story tellers)
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