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Alright, so maybe some of the stories coming back from northern Michigan are too hard to believe unless you witness it yourself. Like the oppression and attacks of the white devils on Motuphi, I never would’ve believed it wasn’t being exaggerated if I hadn’t had a little taste of it, myself. But, as it turns out, some of the things Motuphi and his wife are rumored to have experienced up there did really happen and are being perpetuated, even now (like the bullying he still endures by the white devil town his wife lives in).
I go up to visit Motuphi’s wife from time to time to see what files of his music projects are close enough to being done for me to pirate from his wife’s laptop for mixing and mastering. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually laid eyes on Motuphi during my visits. If it weren’t for the time stamps on the projects in the laptop, I’d swear that he already died and is performing an elaborate posthumous ruse on us. But he can’t tamper with electronic time stamps (I know he’s brilliant and a genius and all that, but that should be beyond even his capabilities). This trip was no different in that I never got to see Motuphi during the whole time we were there.
We hear the stories of the toxic fast food in the town (Grayling) and wonder how it could be true, being as the city sits right on the freeway and a lot of travelers must surely stop there to eat.
We heard how on Friday, September 06th, 2013, Motuphi’s wife went to the Burger King in her town to purchase some Whoppers for her and Motuphi (who was “visiting” her, laying tracks in his “studio” at her house). She estimated the time to be between 6:45 and 7:30PM. Here’s what she said happened that day: She was waiting for her whoppers when another customer left with an ice cream cone. Then, an employee made an ice cream cone for the departed customer and proceeded to walk all through the dining area looking for the customer that’d already been served by another employee and left. The manager eventually cornered the ice cream cone-bearing employee and seized the ice cream cone from her. You’d think that she would’ve thrown out that 40-cents worth of ice cream rather than risk contaminating the whole ice cream vat with it, right? Wrong: She opened the ice cream dispenser and dumped that ice cream back into the vat after it been carried all throughout the dining area, collecting contaminants in the air along the way. Motuphi’s wife didn’t tell Motuphi about the incident until after he’d gotten ill from his whopper that day…
So BK has gotten so cash-strapped that they’ll recycle contaminated food and make customers ill with it? Or is it just a Grayling thing? Or is it that these kids don’t understand that fast food joints develop loyal “fans” of their food-prepping prowess and will drive miles out of their way to get the better prepared meals from the kids who DO “get it”?
Regardless, Burger King was off of my list of possible stops in Grayling due to that recent incident. I didn’t see it as being worth the risk of getting ill.
On Saturday morning, 09-21-2013, at approximately 10AM, we piled into Motuphi’s van and his wife took us into town for breakfast and shopping. She went into McDonald’s (for us) to get us a “Motuphi-style” breakfast of just sausage biscuits (we already had pops). She was in the place for 20 minutes, an ungodly amount of time to pick-up some already prepared food, so we naturally anticipated fresh, well-prepared sausage biscuits when she finally did return (as would you). But when she returned with our sausage biscuits, 3 out of 4 of our sausage biscuits were wet, slimy and “rubbery”, like they were old and had been sitting and then microwaved; all but inedible. Our breakfast experience was ruined, as we determined ourselves not to let no small town, small-minded white devils deprive us of our breakfast and forced as much of the contaminated sausage biscuits down as we could stomach. But one of us did almost go back into the place to yank one of those vile little white devils out from behind the counter to force feed him his own desecration to the McDonald’s sausage biscuit. We opted to refer to the teachings of Motuphi to calm ourselves and, instead, thanked God for the curses on all “ill” food preparers who make people sick with their wares (the white devils will get theirs’, in spades, it’s worth the wait). Besides the fact that we didn’t want to make things any harder than they already were in that town for Motuphi’s wife. She’s white, so it’s not like the white devils intentionally tried to murder Black people with their poisoned food, being as they can’t see in Motuphi’s van and had no clue we were there (they probably thought they were sabotaging Motuphi’s food, which is still foul and deserving of an ass-kicking someone may still deliver one day when they least expect it).
We trudged though the day, the bad breakfast having put a negative damper on the weekend for some of us. We warily approached possibilities for dinner after the shabby breakfast that made us all too ill to want lunch. Motuphi’s wife mentioned Subway, because we can watch our sandwiches being made and there’s less chance of rampant white devilism making its way into our bellies. But some of us wanted pizza and to avoid being “baited” into a violent altercation by any of the small-town inbreds who regularly try to crawl up Motuphi’s ass with their constant pissing into his cornflakes with their crass rudeness and lack of class. So Motuphi’s wife called in a pizza for us from Little Caesar’s. She ordered pepperoni, green peppers, black olives, and mild peppers.
Sometimes, you get the feeling that they just don’t care, or they’re beyond trying, anymore. The pizza Motuphi’s wife got that evening is one of those examples: The “green” pepper was so obviously old that it was discolored (more like a brownish color)…We already didn’t order the ham because Motuphi’s wife warned us that they don’t have the same kind of ham toppings as they do in other Little Caesar’s in other locations…If they can’t be trusted with ham, you know not to trust them with bacon; so we had to decline that topping option, too…
Yet another white devil sabotaged meal (all in one day, in one town)…Had we tried to eat that pizza in the lot, there probably would’ve been a scene, that time. But we were back at Motuphi’s wife’s house and decided to let the “ill-food-preparer” curses take care of the evil white devils at the Little Caesar’s for the bad pizza…Again, they probably thought they were sabotaging Motuphi’s food because they have a bad white devil problem in that area and everyone in the town is related to each other and some pedophilic, homophobic, racist, bigoted inbredded bullies targeted Motuphi, years ago, and the town has been a thorn in his side ever since (he moved out of his wife’s house a few years ago because of this bullying and lives in tents, vans and on friends’ couches to avoid being baited to violence by “zombies”, he calls them “zombies”).
Now the white devils in Grayling don’t know the history of the people who pass through and visit their evil little children of the corn town, so they wouldn’t know that some come from a culture where someone thought nothing of bustin’ caps into the dumb bitch at the Rally’s for failing to hold the pickle on a cheeseburger (betcha’ she never got another order wrong). So imagine if those fools make someone piss out of their asses who comes from THAT culture, who’ll then decide to go bust caps into the stupid white devils who poisoned them with improperly handled food. Some would say that white devils who mishandle their customers’ (who pay their salaries) food SHOULD be shot…or at least poisoned in a similar manner.
In America, Americans are being left with very little but revenge (thanks to ObamaCare). When you steal someone’s food money by giving them mishandled food, you might find yourself in an unfortunate position where that’s all that person had for that day and, by stealing it, you gave that person no other option but to seek-out revenge against you…You poison someone’s food and then they go on righteous “missions” to rid your establishment of the “infected” contaminant who made them sick and some of us will see that “crazed gunman” as a HERO who rescued us from another bug who may try to kill us with poisoned, mishandled food…’Wish a hero would’ve gotten those Grayling white devils before they improperly handled MY food and locked ME to a toilet for hours, calling an emergency room asking for tips on how to stop the pissing out of my asshole.
Be careful if you go out to eat in northern Michigan, especially in Grayling, because those white devils are suicidal enough to mishandle our food and provoke violent responses of revenge from us (then they’ll call US the monsters on the news when all intelligent people secretly see us as HEROES for stopping white devils from their dangerous evil shit).
Fast food managers need to monitor their staff a little better, BEFORE violence erupts over a “poisoning” (not after). They should screen job applicants better, too: If they listen to Eminem, you know that the chances are far greater that they’ll mishandle the product (that’s a sad proven fact, because only bugs listen to Eminem, another undeniable fact). That’s a handy no-brainer tip for modern fast food managers: The music they listen to can tell you a lot about how their minds operate: If they’re fans of famous bugs, then their minds operate like that famous bug’s mind operates…So the question you must ask yourself is: Would you want the famous bug that your bug employee is a fan of to prepare your food? Would you trust that bug to properly handle your customers’ food? If the answer is “no” then don’t hire the bug and no one will have to resort to violence to rid your establishment of that bug just so they can eat there again…
Attention bugs in fast food joints: You will NOT drive us away from our haunts! It’s easier to just rid the world of YOU…so be careful how you prepare food or go get a job more suited for ya’, like at a waste water management plant, or as a garbage man, where your poor work ethic and tastes, and bad hygiene habits won’t be so dangerous to those who pay your bills…Those people whose food you poison and mishandle are not only your bread and butter, but they’re also your potential “fans” (you’re supposed to want them to return, so you’ll have job security, retards). You want to prepare food BETTER than your sloppy rap zero-disguised-as-a-hero prepares his subpar music, because your product is more important than your rap-zero’s product (in that it can directly KILL someone, fools).
Mishandling food is construed by some as a violent attack, and rightfully so…Some people counterattack, is all I’m saying. Grayling kids don’t understand that shit, obviously. Hope them curses work faster so I don’t get poisoned next time I hafta swing through there…Because I’m gonna eat there for spite: just so that every time they make me sick another tragedy will befall them and their families and their managers for not hiring better people…That’s how WE roll (punks). We ALWAYS get revenge, just not in the way you’re lookin’ for it.
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