Institute was awesome tonight! started the new class, teachings of the prophets, awesome teacher as well. Question: Would you choose the dead prophets (bible) or the living prophets? Challenge we recieved was to go away and look up the autobiography of President Thomas. S. Monson, cause honestly when we went around the room to name one fact about the President, I was stuck, everyone else took what I was gonna say about him, but that's no excuse. I should know more about his life. After all he is the living Prophet. Games followed and that's always a good sweat.
I don't know what it is sometimes but it's like a button set on default when we leave institute, we always end up at Goodna maccas, everyone that works there expects us to walk in any time of the night. We are their loyal customers. We are the ones bringing in the money. Tonight was no exception, as usual we would all walk in loud as if it were still daylight and just tell stories for everyone in the restaurant to hear. Or bring up someones history or just talk about people behind their backs lol.
Its almost become a second home, or kitchen that needs money, oh a big vending machine ... good thing about this place, is that when ever you go here, you are most likely to eat, even if you don't plan on to and if you have no money, there is always a sponsor there willing to buy you your meal.
You never think about the consequences when your eating cause all your thinking about is filling yourself up, listening to what other people are saying and trying to talk as well. But the after effects are always the worse. For me it feels like there is dry oil stuck in my throat and its really discomforting. And to make it worse, you gotta work twice as hard to work off what you put in.
I swear we should get like some sort of VIP card cause of how many times we turn up to eat there. All we need to do now is memorize all the workers names and we'll be sweet.
I don't know what it is sometimes but it's like a button set on default when we leave institute, we always end up at Goodna maccas, everyone that works there expects us to walk in any time of the night. We are their loyal customers. We are the ones bringing in the money. Tonight was no exception, as usual we would all walk in loud as if it were still daylight and just tell stories for everyone in the restaurant to hear. Or bring up someones history or just talk about people behind their backs lol.
Its almost become a second home, or kitchen that needs money, oh a big vending machine ... good thing about this place, is that when ever you go here, you are most likely to eat, even if you don't plan on to and if you have no money, there is always a sponsor there willing to buy you your meal.
You never think about the consequences when your eating cause all your thinking about is filling yourself up, listening to what other people are saying and trying to talk as well. But the after effects are always the worse. For me it feels like there is dry oil stuck in my throat and its really discomforting. And to make it worse, you gotta work twice as hard to work off what you put in.
I swear we should get like some sort of VIP card cause of how many times we turn up to eat there. All we need to do now is memorize all the workers names and we'll be sweet.
here are the usual customers... just realised what fale, ma'i and kose are doing...some random gesture or just more of their secret combinations
and then here we have Sammy J Johnson, shouting me maccas! thanks uce...
I hadn't realised till I got to the counter how really hungry I was.And so Grand Angus would have to do the job
and the finished product. No room for wasting food. Just looking atthat makes me feel yuuuukkk... YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT lol
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