I freaking love Olive Garden.
Salad and breadsticks for days.
i have a random mind. don't believe me ask kelly. anyways onto the story u reminded me with bread sticks.
Back in 2005 me and some friends were pilled into the back of a s***ty neon on our way to a s*** of a town called Fort Dodge. The promise of free super nintendo games calling to us.
After we got the games from her place i raided her fridge and drank all their milk. then put the empty container back into the fridge with a little backwash left in the bottom of it. unfortunately the only food we could find was cake frosting and mini marshmallows. As u can imagine that didn't really cut it for food. but we were all poor. so we didn't have much for food.
So we went to fazoli's around 9:30pm and between 6 of us we ordered 1 spaghetti meal for 3 dollars. then we waited. We were the only people in the restaurant at the time and eventually the bread stick people came.
It was like throwing meat into a school of piranha. the employees were throwing them from the basket into a sea of hands. I remember i caught one and crushed the bottom of it. bread stick guts oozed between my fingers. as i celebrated my catch however someone dove their head in and bit the top half of the bread stick off that wasn't in my hand.
the bread lust continued for another 4 trays of bread sticks until we had our fill and glory. as well as being asked to leave from becoming violent over bread sticks.
after that the night got really crazy. sex shop. car accident. running from the police. u know. normal stuff. i think i had a pair of fairy wings on at one point.
but that's the part that the bread sticks reminded me of.