... and I farted.
Without having to eat first? Whoa.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya just because it's 150 yen off, fool.
It's only 150 yen, 1-5-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150 yen if you get out of those seats.
Yosinoya should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra sauce"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra green onion means more green onion than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
Today, I went to Google; you know, Google?
Well anyways there as an insane number of results for the Yoshinoya rant intro line and I almost didn't know where to go first.
Then, I looked at the the statistics at the top of the search page, and it had "about 3,180" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those DQN.
Hey >>2, do you know what happed? Oh, by the way, this is nothing to do with
this thread. I went to Yoshinoya the other day. YOSHINOYA! And there were
so crowded and I couldn’t even find a place to sit. Then, I found the
advertising saying “150 yen off!.” My goodness! How come you are all coming,
and sitting at Yoshinoya for just “150 yen off?” I saw a familie, like four
of them with their kids. This guy’s saying “All right, your dad is ordering
an extra large bowl.” What a pathetic! Hey you bastards. I can give my 150
yen. So, just give me a break alright? Yoshinoya should be a place where
people are fighting, like two jerks facing on each other against “U shaped
table,” then one of them can be stubbed to death by any chance. This is how
Yoshinoya’s suppose to. This ain’t a place for no woman and no kid. Alright,
I finally found a place to sit. Then, the jerk next to me was ordering a
large size with putting extra juice on it. That pissed me off once again.
Hey jerk, we ain’t order “putting extra juice on a bowl” no more today!
What a stupid you looked: ordering extra juice with his goofy face! Do you
really want to eat a beef bawl with extra juice on it? I really want to ask
you, interrogating you for an hour. Don’t you just want to say “an extra
juice!?” As a professional Yoshinoya customer, I would rather order “extra
scallions.” This is the coolest way. You get more scallions, and less beefs.
This is it! It can be the best, if you put a raw egg on it. No one can beat
this. But you have to be careful because if you order this way, the Yoshinoya
employees gonna put you on their black lists. This can be so dangerous,
like a risk of fighting with a double edged blade. So, I don’t recommend
the beginners to do this... >>2, you’d rather ordering some ordinary set menu
instead.
Hey, listen to me for a moment, a'ight? I don't care if it's not related to this thread. Just listen!
Yesterday, I went over to Yoshinoya for a simple meal. Yes, THAT beef bowl house, Yoshinoya.
But the whole restaurant was so crowded, I couldn't even find a seat for hours!
Then I saw a poster that said "Special offer! 150 yen discount".
I thought to myself... geez, that's so fucking amazing. You guys don't even normally visit Yoshinoya.
All you bastards came here just for that stupid-assed 150 yen discount.
Just for that 150 yen. ONE FREAKIN' FIFTY YEN!!
Then I saw some parents & children. A family of four eating out at Yoshinoya. Damn, so much for that
bitch's home-cooked family feast.
Then one of the little brats said "Daddy's gonna order a large beef bowl".
I couldn't believe it! Uuuuuggh, are you out of your fucking mind!?
Shiiit, i'll pay you 150 yen just to move your stanky fat-ass out of a seat.
Dude, you just don't go to Yoshinoya for that lala-oh-i'm-so-happy dinner bullshit.
It's where you pick a fist-fight with the fucking guy sitting across 'yah in that U-shaped table.
Kill or be killed. Heh... now that's the kinda shit I like.
Ladies, kids, stand back... 'cuz everything's gonna get FUCKED UP NOW.
After waiting for ages, I finally found an empty seat. But then, the guy next to me ordered by saying
"A large beef bowl with a LOTTA' gravy".
Dude, that just pissed me off even more. Shit, you just don't say "lotta' gravy" nowadays, ya' freaking
bastard.
How the fuck can you say "lotta' gravy" with that "oh, i'm so fucking cool, hur-hur-hur..." look!?!?
Damn, I was THIS CLOSE to standing in front of his face and yelling "DO YOU EVEN LIKE EATING
THAT MUCH FUCKIN' GRAVY!?"
For a freaking hour, I was THIS CLOSE to doing that.
Shit, I bet you just wanted to use the words "lotta' gravy" out loud. Wow, you're so clever.
Dude, you gotta be like ME. See, now I know what's "all that" in Yoshinoya.
What's cool right now to say is "Negi-daku". That's it!
You see now, a large beef bowl with a lotta onions & an egg is what the hardcore Yoshinoya freaks
eat. Like ME.
Saying "Negi-daku" means that you get less meat, but they put a WHOLE MESS of onions.
Mmmmm... a large beef bowl with onions & an egg, now THAT'S what I call a meal.
But anywhoo... ordering that is kinda' like a double-edged sword. Cuz' then the waiters might notice
you the next time you come by.
So yeah, I can't reccomend this to noobs.
For you, just go order a beef and salmon combo. That's as far as you can go, you know what i'm
sayin'?
Hey >>3, rather than such a thing, hear me, but nothing to do with this thread,you know.
the other days, I went to the Yoshino-Ya of my neighborhood, Yoshino-Ya,OK?
and, there was very crowded, so I couldn't keep my seat.
you know, I looked over around, so a banner was held there,
on which was written "150\ discount"
Oh no, stupid? crazy?
you, never come here! because 150\ discount, in spite of never coming here usually,
fool guy! only 150\, 150\.
beside, there were a family, do you think a family of four person come Yoshino-Ya?
Oh, Conguratulations.!
「Yeah, Dad requests big size's ! 」the guy said, I coudn't see that, you know.
hey you, empty the seat, because I give you 150\.
Yoshino-Ya, you know, has to be brutal, OK?
It's not strange to begin quarreling with the guy who sit on the U-shape table together.
To stab or be stabbed, such a atomsphere is cool, you know? women, children go Home!
OK, as soon as I thought to be able to sit at last. I lose temper again, Oh no!
you know, now don't you think "tukudaku" is out of date ? fool guy!
why do you say "tuyudaku" with a proud look ?
I ask if you want to eat "tukudaku" really.
I want to press you for your answer, at least for one hour.
Do you want only to say "tukudaku" ?
from me ,mania of Yosinoya, among those people ,now latest trend is "negidaku"
It's cool!
"big size, negidaku, egg", that is how to request the menu for mania .
but if you do this, you will be with danger that you will be checked from next time,
which was consequently a double-edged sword.
I don't recommend the amateur do that.
So, after all, you had better eat about a beef-salmon-set.
By the way,please listen to me , >>1. Though it's not about the topic of this thread.
Yesterday , I went to Yoshinoya in my neighborhood which is gyudon shop.
Then,there was so crowded that I couldn't enter the shop.
And I found the banner , written "Gyudon now at a 150yen reduction"
I thought they were foolish! Crazy!
Why did they unusually come to Yoshinoya because of just a 150yen reduction,mad men?
A 150yen , only 150yen!
There had being some family , I was shocked. Do they often have lunch at Yoshinoya with their all
four family? They should be a simple mortal!
"Year , dad order huge serving!" One of them said. I can't watch more!
I wanted to tell them to make room for me in exchange for 150yen.
Yoshinoya should be more bloody.
It's good atmosphere that it's no strange to quarrel with a man who sit across U-table. Women
and children should get out there!
When I sat on the seat at last , the next said "Large serving with much sause dip , please".
I exploded in anger to hear that!
Guess what , "with much sause dip" is not popular at all these days. He should be stupid!
Why did he say "with much sause dip" in proudly face?
I wanted to ask him if he really wanted to eat gyudon with much sause dip. I wanted to cross-
question. I wanted to cross-examine for about one hour!
He only wanted to say "with much sause dip" , did he?
I , an expart of Yoshinoya , think the latest vogue among us is "with many onions". That's what I
call.
Large serving with many onions. This is the order which experts do.
When you order it , you have a lot of onion , but the beef is a little instead. It's good.
And large serving with Gyoku(an egg) add to this. It's excellent!
But if you order this , you will be risked of being marked by clecks after next time. So it's like a
double-edged sword.
I can't advise inexpert men to order this.
Well , you inexpert men should eat set lunch of beef and salmon instead.
>>1 should have started the thread in the food board
The point being that some people think that something that's funny once will still be funny a few hundred times later?
(hint: It's NOT true! Humor must grow and change to remain funny. Simply parroting things is just stupid.)
> Simply parroting things is just stupid.
LOL STUPID = FUNNAY
you fail to realize the sheer awesomeness of kopipe
I'm actually planning on going to a Yoshinoya.
Apparently there's one in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and I want to go sometime. Maybe I'll go this week.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread, though.
I went to Afganistan a while ago. Yeah, THAT Afganistan.
Well anyways there was an insane number of mass communications there so I couldn't commence an attack.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Al-Kaida" or something written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You don't come to Afganistan just because it's war, morons.
It's just war. W-A-R for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Afganistan, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna drop'em some food." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, America will do everything from there now on, so fucking clean this land of yourselves.
Afganistan should be a more bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, when a fight with the guy on opposite seat who recites the Coran can be started at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, just when I finally calmed down, the next bastard beside me goes
"let's betray Northern Alliance, shall we?"
That just pissed me off even more. Who in the world deserts army and betrays, you moron?
What does "let's betray Northern Alliance" have this fucking proud face of yours?
I want to ask him this, do you REALLY want to betray?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to fucking interrogate him for an hour.
Isn't it that you just wanted to try saying "NATO"?
Coming from a Afgan veteran such as myself, the latest trend in Afganistan nowadays is of course this:
self-exploding terrorism.
Anthrax and self-exploding terrorism. That's what you should ask for normally.
Self-exploding is praised after death. But on the other hand there's not enough satisfaction in the bereaved family. This is the key.
And then there's anthrax. This is the most of all.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the UN from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with Ramadan.
anyone else dissappointed by 2046?
hahah how stupid....
you guys have absolutely no idea about stuff like yoshinoya/neet/2ch memes
but still posting stupid thread with 2chmemes.. even dont knowing their means!!!
pathetic
we r teh high and allmighty yellow people and no ordinary mortal could ever understand ur leet ways kekeke
>>Apparently there's one in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and I want to go sometime. Maybe I'll go this week.
Did you get stabbed?
Well, never mind all that >>689842. This has nothing to do with this thread, but would you listen to me
for a little bit? See, I went to the local google today. Right. google.com.my. And the damn place was
packed so full of googlebombs, I couldn't even find what I was looking for. So I clicked around for a bit,
and found a weblog that had links with those keywords. What the hell is wrong with you people? Are
you idiots or something? Any other day you wouldn't even think of showing up upon queries, but if its
googlebombed, you all get 1st results? ITS JUST A FUCKING LINK. A FUCKING U-R-L. And you're
bringing your goddamn replies too. Look at that, a bunch of people showing up in some random LJ.
Con-fucking-gratulations. And now the LJ owner's going "All right, we're going to form an online
petition to ban children from using the internet." Shit, I can't view any more of this.
>> Sky !sYK7SI5ON2 02/11/05(Fri)06:24 No.689988Google should be fucking earnest. Its hit-or-be-hit, and thats whats so damn great about its
engine. Googlebombers and bloggers should stay the fuck away.
Well, I finally found a result, but its linked to a blogger's weblog which goes "Children are the bane of
humanity!". So now I'm pissed off again. Who the fuck thinks about humanity these days ? Why are
them bloggers thinking their opinion matters anyway? I was gonna ask them, do you even have
children? I wanted to fucking interrogate them. For about a fucking hour. You know what? I think you
just wanted to bitch a little to please yourself, letting people think that you have an opinion and it
matters.
>> Sky !sYK7SI5ON2 02/11/05(Fri)06:25 No.689991File : 1108121123.jpg-(90784 B, 1280x1024)
90784 B
Now, take it from the google veteran. The latest thing among the google pros is this: I'm feeling
lucky. Thats the ticket. A large, almost exact query with everything considered and "I'm feeling lucky."
This is what someone who knows his shit searches. They put in the exact result, and less
googlebombs. A large query with exact keywords, thats really fucking awesome. Now, you should know,
if you keep ordering this, there's a risk googlebombers might try and googlebomb these. This is truly a
double-edged sword. I really can't reccomend this for amateurs. And YOU >>689842, well, you should
really stick to the daily google text ads on the right of your screen.
(Yoshinoya? http://justfuckinggoogleit.com alright?)
I ended up not going, I still haven't gone and I have no idea when I'm gonna get to go
Whatever, >>1, just hear me out, okay? It's not really related to this thread, but hear me out anyways.
I went to Yoshinoya the other day. Yeah, you heard me, Yoshinoya.
Well, the place was crammed full of people and I couldn't find a seat.
So I look around and there's some stupid banner announcing "150 YEN OFF!"
What the hell are they thinking?
Don't come to Yoshinoya for the sake of 150 yen, you idiots.
One freaking fifty, for crying out loud...
There's even a whole family over there. All out for some Yoshinoya, huh? Fucking great.
"Okay, Daddy's gonna order the extra-large!" God, it's pathetic.
I'll give you 150 yen to get out of that damn seat.
Yoshinoya should be a brutal place.
The tense atmosphere, where the guy on the other side of the U-shaped table would start a fight soon as look at ya.
That stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children can bugger off home.
Anyways, I was finally about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce"
...who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I'd interrogate him for a goddamn hour if that's what it takes.
Are you sure you didn't just want to try saying "extra sauce"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran like me, the latest trend is this: extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. And an egg. That's how the pros eat.
Extra green onion means you get a little less beef, and a lot more onion. It's a bit more expensive, I'll grant you.
But then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then you'll stick out, and next time the employees might recognize you and add you to their list.
The inexperienced need not apply.
Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say... is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
>>1
I have delivered the package.
The package will arrive soon.
Remember to assemble the troops
and begin operation FrostySnowman
once the transmission signal has degraded.
Time is of the essence here.
Once the op has been completed, I request that you
get to know the locals. Also remember to trust your instict.
Leave no present undelivered, no corpses or tinsel.
Seasons Greetings,
-S. Claus
Please listen to me, >>1. It's really related to this thread. I went to Yoshinoya a while ago. Yes, the States have Yoshinoyas. Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "$1.50 off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya just because it's $1.50 off, fool. It's only $1.50, six quarters for crying out loud.
There were even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice. "Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large."
God, I couldn't bear to watch. You people, I'll give you $1.50 if you just get out of those seats. Yosinoya should be a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place. Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce." Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron? I wanted to ask him, "do you really want to eat it with extra sauce?" I wanted to interrogate him. I wanted to interrogate him for roughly an hour. Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra sauce"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra green onion. That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of eating. Extra green onion means more green onion than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
ワッパ
oh shit fuckin sage
Whatever, just hear me out, okay? It's not really related to this thread, but hear me out anyways. Basically, wow, what the hell was that? Nothing even seemed to make sense. The girl gets her wish granted? Even though she DESTROYED IT, and already said she came to terms with the way her life was, she still ends up going back and basically redoing the selection (at least that's what I assume she was doing by going back to her time period and dying like that)?
How did the other girl survive that attack? Don't tell me that was her period on the wall.
And the guy, still being an idiot, ruins all chances with this girl by saying he loved the other girl. Bad move.
Further still, the third girl came back. That just TOTALLY destroyed the ending. I was hoping she was in another room when the second girl was attacked, and she was torn to shreds or something.
And finally... I dunno what it was, but... that was not sad for me. At all.
I'm feeling let down by this... I hope there are some answers to my questions, cause I USED to like the series before this.
lol
Anyways, >>41, please listen to me. Not that it's really related to this thread. My friend and I went into Hot Topic and I was dressed in my usual random style that people at my school had to invent a word to describe and she was wearing pink. Some boy in the store dressed like a “goth” came up to my friend and says “Ew! I’m blind!” He covered his eyes and walked away from her as fast as possible. He and his friends stood in the corner of the store staring at her, making jokes and laughing. She changed her shirt in the bathroom to a black one and went back into Hot Topic to continue shopping. The store manager now thought she was a customer (before he hadn’t given her a second glance) and started showing her around. Did she change her personality? Did she change who she was? No, she changed her shirt. I thought “goth” was supposed to be about the person behind the mask…the person under the façade. “Goth” are the misunderstood ones…the ones who stand alone. If they are so alone, why is it that “goth” makes up the biggest group of teens…tied only with prep/skater. The whole point of being “goth” was to make a statement and earn respect for those who are different. Its coming to the point where the only reason someone is different is because they choose to be. Those who are “goth” seclude themselves and separate themselves from the group. They stereotype and judge just as much as everyone else…but if you judge them they feel you are only looking at the stereotype. What is this? They can judge the world…but the world doesn’t understand them? That’s really smart guys. Drop the stereotypes and just try to be yourself and not put yourself into a group. I’m not in one and I have friends in every single click and every one of them considers me one of their own. What am I? Im me and proud of it.
And that's why you, >>41, should stick to The Gap.
Anyways, >>43, please listen to me. Not that it's really related to this thread, but I went to Yoshinoya and had lunch and then went home and took a nap. When I woke up, there was a message from my manager telling me I'd been fired for skipping work again. I hate my life.
I just got a job at Yoshinoya. It's just a fast food noodle place. Nobody ever stabs anybody else here. People just eat and get the fuck out.
>>45 Do you get free extra green onions with your beef bowl? If so, can you please point me to a place where I can download an application?
>>46 Only if you ask nicely. Ask the supervisor on duty for an application. He may or may not challenge you to a knife fight first.
If I defeat him in battle, will I be promoted to junior manager?
>>48 dude fuck that, i never could beat that guy. it's like impossible
I managed to avoid the knife fight part of the interview after flinging a dagger with my application on it into his office wall, missing his head by a scant two inches. He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest that I take over the night shift management gig.
>>50 Let us know if you get free extra green onions. If so, many more will try to emulate your strategy!
>>50 >>51
lol, losers. Everyone knows that you can duck after the first melee attack from the supervisor you can crouch and walk to his table while he swings the knife but always misses. Once you arrive at the table you have to wait until he finishes his attack and sit on his seat. He will just wait there while you stap "approved" on your application and walk away as if nothing happened.
iddqd
>>54
Banned. There is no need for individual life outside of the Superstructure.
i put on my armor and space-marine helmet
>>52 idiot. that way you can't get the secret under the cash register. It's only activated after beating the supervisor.
UAC finds this thread distasteful.
>>57 I found that if you press CTL+ALT+150\, you are automatically promoted to being the lunch shift manager of the Yoshinoya directly across from the all-girls high school, plus 100 in all of your stats and 5 full hearts! From there, save your game, because you can explore all of the endings and get full CG.
Wait, a Yoshinoya thread that's actually getting interesting?
Wow.
( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Stubs that are marked for deletion!
( ﾟ ヮﾟ) People posting in the wrong thread!
( ﾟ ヮﾟ) People posting
( ﾟ ヮﾟ) People who need people, are the hungriest people in the world....
( ﾟ ヮﾟ) I got the harem ending without using the cheat code!
Anyway, forget about all that. Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya and asked for a sausage egg & cheese McGriddle and they actually gave me one.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya just because it's 150 yen off, fool.
It's only 150 yen, 1-5-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." God I can't bear to watch. You people, I'll give you 150 yen if you get out of those seats. Yosinoya should be a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour. I got in one little fight n my mom got scared, n said "you're movin' to your auntie and uncle in bel air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the lisence plate said "SAUCE" and had an onion in the mirror. If anything i couldsay that this cab was rare, but isaid "nah, forget it" yo NOOB to bel air! I pulled up to the counter bout 7 or 8 and i said to the cabbie "Yo Homie, smell ya later" However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
Anyways, >>67, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to The Elitist Superstructure of DQN a while ago; you know, The Elitist Superstructure of DQN?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the button hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Release Emergency Mittens" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to The Elitist Superstructure of DQN just to release emergency mittens, fool.
They're only emergency mittens, MITTENS for crying out loud.
There're even VIPPERs here. Family of world4ch'ers, all out for some DQN, huh? How fucking nice.
"if you payme enough i will give you access to a private area of VIP QUALITY ;)" God I can't bear to watch. You people, I'll release your emergency mittens if you get out of those threads.
The Elitist Superstructure of DQN should be a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the internet can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Tripfags and VIPPERs should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start posting, and then the bastard beside me goes "you're movin' to your auntie and uncle in bel air."
Who in the world moves to bel air nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to move to bel air?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "bel air"?
Coming from an Elitist Superstructure of DQN veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, "(?) [?] DAMAGE CONTROL [?] (?)".
That's right, "(?) [?] DAMAGE CONTROL [?] (?)." This is the vet's way of posting.
"(?) [?] DAMAGE CONTROL [?] (?)" means more DAMAGE CONTROL than Grandpa. But on the other hand the GET is a tad easier. This is the key.
And then, it's DQN. This is unbeatable.
However, if you post this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the moderators from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>67, should just stick with "ITT we insult the poster above us."
Anyways, >>68, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to NISSAN a while ago; you know, The Dealership?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the button hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Release R34 GT-R" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Nissan just to release GT-R, fool.
They're only GT-R, GT-R for crying out loud.
There're even SE-R here. Family of world4ch'ers, all out for some SE-R, huh? How fucking nice.
"if you pay me enough i will give you access to a private area of FWD MAXIMA QUALITY ;)" God I can't bear to watch. You people, I'll release your emergency brake if you get out of those threads.
The Nissan Dealer should be a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the road can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
200SX and SE-R should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start posting, and then the bastard beside me goes "you're movin' to your auntie and uncle in Oppama."
Who in the world moves to Oppama nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to move to Oppama?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "Oppama"?
Coming from an Fairlady/ZX veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, "(?) [?] Drifters [?] (?)".
That's right, "(?) [?] Drifters [?] (?)." This is the vet's way of posting.
"(?) [?] Drifters [?] (?)" means more DAMAGE CONTROL than Grandpa. But on the other hand the GET is a tad easier. This is the key.
And then, it's GXE. This is unbeatable.
However, if you post this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the moderators from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>67, should just stick with "ITT we insult the poster above us."
I WILL FUCK YOU IN THE ASS
So yesterday I went to Yoshinoya and it was closed. Fucking ice storms...
Yesterday I didn't go to Yoshinoya and it was open.
Yesterday, Yoshinoya came to me in a dream and said "It's okay to want extra sauce." in a very soothing voice.
Yesterday I went to Noshiyoyayayayayayaya
Yesterday I went to Yanoshiyo
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| ノ ヽ
/ TT TT | It's OK to want extra sauce...
| | |( _●_)| | ミ
彡､ |∪| /"￣ﾞﾞﾞ`つ
/ ＿＿ ヽノ;ノ ヽ(￣ﾉ
(＿＿＿） ;○ ○ ￣i ｷｭｯ
| i (_●_)Ｕミノ
| ／＼ (￣￣￣ ) )
| / .) ￣{￣￣ （
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Anyways, >>84, listen to me. For lunch I went to McDonalds and some idiot ordered a diet coke with no ice and then looked at the empty cup the food jockey behind the counter put on his tray with confusion until I pointed out the self-serve pop machine behind him.
God, what a fucking idiot. Eating at McDonalds when there's a perfectly good Yoshinoya right next door. They'll even give you extra sauce over there!
Anyways, >>86, I'm with you. Anyone who orders extra sauce needs to be interrogated about it. Like for an hour, y'know?
Fuck Yoshinoya.
I'm going to Anna Miller's
>>89
ANNA MILLERS LIKE IN MEGATOKYO !!! OMG WHEN PIRO WENT THERE IT WAS SO FUNNY AND KAWAII ^________^
I went to Corea a while ago; you know, Corea?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 won off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Corea just because it's 150 won off, fool.
It's only 150 won, 1-5-0 WON for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Corea, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the Longcat." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150 won if you get out of those seats.
Corea should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-longat, with extra kimchi."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra kimchi?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra kimchi"?
Coming from a Corea veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra fur.
That's right, extra fur. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra fur means more fur than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
it's never ok to order extra kimchi.
Is that really lolocaust back on the internet?
What happened to him anyway?
I dunno, I think he left the *chans back before 7chan showed up, but every so often theres something that shows up on the internet made of win and lolocaust which gives my heart a small glimmer of hope that lols exist somewhere.
So anyways, >>93, listen to me. This has nothing to do with lolocaust, but you need to hear this. It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, real t-shirt weather, y'know? I'm even wearing my brand new Todd Goliath Goldman designed "Dear God please make everyone die" shirt. It's so cute and original I just love it. The kids have been getting excellent grades in school, so to treat them, I take my family to Yoshinoya when I hear about this 150 yen off special. The kids love it there. We're in line, waiting to order, and behind me is this pasty, skinny hunched over little guy dressed all in black, with narrowed eyes under his long faggy goth hair and a general pissed-off-at-the-world look about him. He's always muttering something to himself about God knows what.
Anyways, we put in our orders, and I ask for the XL beef bowl with extra sauce and that scrawny little fuck behind me goes insane.
"EXTRA SAUCE?" he yells in my face. "WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MORON ORDERS EXTRA SAUCE? I BET YOU JUST LIKE SAYING EXTRA SAUCE!!"
So I punched him in the face, and he fell to the floor, and everyone laughed at him as he scrambled out of the restaurant, peeing himself in terror.
And I told my kids, "It's okay to order extra sauce."
Okay, so I went to yoshinoya with my family, okay?
Yoshinoya, and there was this guy there who I had never seen before, and I noticed a sign that said 150 yen off.
We dont normally go that often because I dont make that much money, but however when we do, I always get the big bowl, announce it to my kids, and share with them, its the nice thing to do.
So there was this jerk who was sitting alone, eating his with Extra onions. Who the hell orders extra onions? Thats just asking for ridicule and to smell terrible for the rest of the day.
I always get extra sauce, because its always delicious.
So that's why, whenever you go to yoshinoya, order the big bowl with extra sauce.
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>>96
You are a disgrace to us Yoshinoya enthusiasts.
So anyways, yesterday I 100got.
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／ ヽ
! ! 人|,iﾉl_ﾉ）
i 乂-‐ －! It's okay to want extra sauce.
＼ヽ .ゞ - ﾉノ
｀｀フ i´
/ ＼ﾉ.ゝ
/__i |丱!|
━━つ━つ━━∞∞∞========
== Yoshinoya ==
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Can I have extra sauce?
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／ ヽ
! ! 人|,iﾉl_ﾉ）
i 乂-‐ －! No.
＼ヽ .ゞ - ﾉノ
｀｀フ i´
/ ＼ﾉ.ゝ
/__i |丱!|
━━つ━つ━━∞∞∞========
== Yoshinoya ==
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
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／ ヽ
! ! 人|,iﾉl_ﾉ）
i 乂-‐ －! Look, I said it's okay to WANT extra sauce,
＼ヽ .ゞ - ﾉノ I didn't say I had extra sauce.
｀｀フ i´
/ ＼ﾉ.ゝ
/__i |丱!|
━━つ━つ━━∞∞∞========
== Yoshinoya ==
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So I went to Yoshinoya, you know, THE Yoshinoya. It looked like they hadnt had a good year and the place was in terrible shambles.
They tore it down and built a mcdonalds.
the end.
Yesterday, I farted. And some guy went to Yoshinoya.
it carries out and is w
('A`) WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS HE GETTING THE LARGE BEEF BOWL WITH EXTRA SAUCE, THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.
( ・-・) More sauce plox.
Soviet Russia went to me, you know, Soviet Russia?
Well anyways there was an even more insane number of people in line, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "1 ruble off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
Soviet Russia doesn't come to you just because it's 1 ruble off, fool.
It's only 1 ruble, 1 POINT ZERO rubles for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, Soviet Russia out for you.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the borscht." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 1 ruble if you get out of those seats.
Soviet Russia should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "Borscht, with extra vodka."
Who in the world orders extra vodka nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra vodka?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra vodka"?
Coming from a Soviet Russia veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra iron.
That's right, extra iron. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra iron means more iron than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
It's OK to want extra sauce.
ソースが少ないや！
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| 丿 ヽ
/ ● ● | Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, and
| ∪( _●_) ミ they said I couldn't have extra sauce.
彡､ ヽノ ,,/ All I wanted was some extra sauce...
/ ヽ ⌒)
. | ＼.⌒ヽ⌒ヽ..
＼ へ_ノ ＼ ___）
＼＿＿＿ノヽ＿__)
BUMP
Burp.
I went to Gyuushin yesterday. Unlike Yoshinoya, they still serve you real beef bowls. WITH extra sauce.
What the fuck is this shit?
LOL THIS THREAD SUCKS COCK
IT SUCKS SO MUCH COCK.
SO MUCH COCK IT'S NOT FUNNY.
Cock is always funny.
hahaha!
cock is funny!
HUEG BLK CAWK
whoa 1993?
Yesterday I went to......
Awww fuck it. I'm not going to copypasta that thing again.
>>140 Okay.
Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya...
... and I farted.
(´^ิω＾ิ)
the other day, Zetsubou Sensei went to yoshinoya
( ・-・) Did he want extra sauce or what?
I miss QUALITY threads like this one
So zit this, >>1, relevance low I know but you need the burst. Yesterday high-sun I was drytanked, you res me? So I went to Yoshinoya; yes, THE Yoshinoya, that deeky noodle zaibatsu that has its rippers everywhere. So the place was overstuffed with the quietly desperate - no ass parking availabe for Y.T. if you drift. I closed my eyes and vid the homepage and in spinning flames it's hammering 150 nuYEN OFF through my socket. That's like what, half a kongbuck? That's nothin' mang.
The place is hip deep in burbanites and their happy accidents. I finally get my order and start horkin when I hear this one blobulent zipperhead reek an XL beefhat with extra sauce. What kind of nippleslkorching backfat rub orders extra sauce? I wanted to icebreak him. I'd take a whole hour to pop his stack.
Ah fuck it. This sucks :(
>>146 choked to death on Shadowrun lingo! Naturally, the other runners swiped his junk and tossed him in a ditch. BAD END.
Cyberpunk is so last millenium...
So I was going to go to Yoshinoya today (150 yen off! Awesome!) and stuff myself with the tried & true extra large w/extra sauce (fuck those green onions), but my car was covered with snow, so I stayed in and made a grilled cheese sandwich.
So I fucked this chick at Yoshinoya and she was all "oooo extra sauce extra sauce!"
So, I used to have a job where I "pumped out" the "extra sauce", but then everyone switched to green onions. WTF? How the fuck am I supposed to feed and cloth my 12 kids now?!?!?!
i went to yoshinoya the end
i went to the end and there was extra sauce
I woke up and there was extra sauce in my end -and $1500 in my bank account! Can you believe it?
>>111
With "Kentucky fried chicken Part-time job The boy student (17) of the twelfth grade which was being carried out is the Internet. Membership system Community Site It turned out on the 6th that it was writing in the diary of "mixi", saying " cockroach was lifted on the inside of a shop" etc." "Kentucky Fried Chicken Japan [ ]" head office -- the contents of the diary -- "-- groundless -- impossible talk" (public relations office) -- explanation.
I wanted to go to Yoshinoya but there aren't any in Iowa :(
I would but he's anti-Yoshinoya.
And his breath stinks of extra green onions.
And he's part of the sauce minimization coalition.
And he's named "Ron Paul".
But he brings in a nice Pron Haul.
an he always makes me mon lol
and he called me "pig"
And he hates my fleet-footed black friends. They can't help their fleet-footedness.
And he's a constitutional literalist who would tear up the establishment clause.
And he wants to interrogate me for like an hour.
And he says that extra sauce is a states' rights issue, but it is pretty clear that he just wants all the states to ban extra sauce.
I visit here first time.
KinenKakiko.
That is not a word so why do you say it?
KanonKokeki.
I just wanted to hear myself say it
KikiExtraSauceKo
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That is not a ahkrosjnmkdy xanax why did you gkhreu cialis nxzojm it?
Uguu~
Unyuu~
So anyways, I went to Yoshinoya and bumped into this thread and we had a good time eating beef bowls with extra sauce together.
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, so today I think I'll go to mickey d's
So I went to the Waterloo, Iowa Yoshinoya for breakfast and had french toast on a bed of rice with a glass full of orange juice and soy sauce.
It's okay to want extra sauce.
Unko~
It's not okay to want unko.
Features and Benefits
* Our signature items are our unique, tasty and juicy Teriyaki Chicken Bowl, Beef Bowl or try both in our delicious Combo Bowl
* Fast, friendly service
* Different from any other fast food chain concept - no one else offers this healthy, fresh and nutritious alternative to traditional fast foods
* Clean Environment.
* Offer healthy options such as skinless chicken with fresh vegetables over steamed rice or chicken salads
* Located near you. There are over 80 stores in California and New York.
* Convenient open hours, 24-hour service in some locations
* Most stores offer drive-through option for your convenience
* Very reasonable prices especially when compared to other Japanese foods
* Established for over 100 years in Asia and 25 years in USA
* Food is very satisfying and filling - no need for unhealthy snacking between meals
* Food is as good and wholesome as home cooking
* All orders are freshly prepared to your own specifications - hot!
* Visit Yoshinoya as a balanced nutritional change from a traditional unhealthy fast food diet
* Plenty of side orders available to please your taste: soups, salads, desserts, drinks
* Taste of the Orient in the West!
* Unique, complete meal in a bowl Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, but I had to leave early because somebody ripped a killer fart, and I got blamed for it.
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, and the girl behind the counter had this amazingly bad hair. So I asked her if she wanted extra shampoo.
yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, and they still were not finished cleaning the blood off the wall.
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, but they had a no gaijin allowed sign, so I waited outside while my Japanese friends ordered their food.
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya and ordered one chinko roll and two mankos. But all what I got were strange looks. I think something went very wrong.wwww
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Starbucks a while ago; you know, Starbucks?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "$1.50 off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Starbucks just because it's $1.50 off, fool.
It's only $1.50, 1-5-0 CENTS for crying out loud.
There are even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Starbucks, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-venti." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you $1.50 if you get out of those seats.
Starbucks should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-venti, with extra whipped cream."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to drink it it with extra whipped cream?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra whipped cream"?
Coming from a Starbucks veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra caramel.
That's right, extra caramel. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra caramel means more caramel than whipped cream. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
age
I went to Yoshinoya a while back, and the beef bowl was pretty good.
( ・-・) Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya and they had a 200get sale.
Yesterday I went to the Yoshinoya website to see if there is a Yoshinoya located near me but there isn't. I was really looking forward to the beef bowl too. ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)･ﾟ･｡
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya and picked up a couple hot chicks. Ha ha I bet none of you nerdfag weeaboos have the guts to do that.
～ヾ('ヮ'迎 UNDERSTAND UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT, THE CONCEPT OF LOVE! UNH!
Yesterday I wanted to go to Yoshinoya, which is the most famous beaf bowl chain in Japan.
I was googling and googling it for hours without any results.
Then, I happened to read a forum post that said, "В России нет Ёсинои".
Are the Yoshinoya managers fool or crazy?
Hey you, fake sushi lovers, don´t scare off japanese food companies!
yoshi no ya
Yesterday I went to the Yoshinoya. There was a 'vote for Ron Paul' poster. What are they stupid? Obama has already won. More than that we were not even in USA.
Yesterday I went to work at Yoshinoya and some jackass thought it would be funny to order a beef bowl by repeating the Yoshinoya rant, so I put a fist full of my pubes in his lunch.
He ate it all too, the stupid prick.
yesterday I shat in the Yoshinoya public toilet because that beefbowl gave me the shits.
Yesterday I shat in some guys beefbowl because he looked like he was taking the "150 yen off" special way too seriously. Yeah, it's only 150 yen. What are you, a fucking "Yoshinoya veteran"?!
Yesterday I bumped a Yoshinoya thread because I was bored. Then I watched Macademi Wasshoi.
>>209
I also liked Macademi Wasshoi, and I also bumped this Yoshinoya thread
Is this the oldest non-archived thread on DQN?
The first few posts are from seven years in the future!
I miss lolocaust. ;_;
( ⌒-⌒) I ordered extra sauce.
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya.... Oh forget it.
>>220
I reached into my pocket to see if I could afford extra sauce, but my wallet was gone! I had to retrace my steps all the way to the Manga café where I'd spent the previous night reflecting on what a disgusting grandma my beloved Nanoha-tan had grown up to become before I finally found it again. Upon opening the coin pouch, however, all I found was an IOU for ￥500, with a masterful rendition of a Yukkuri head drawn upon it. You can probably imagine my frustration.
>>221 ah man that sucks, but even if you did have money you wouldn't have got a seat. I found some girl's coin purse (I assume it was a girl's) and there was ￥500 in it, so I took it (I left her an IOU with a cute little doodle to cheer her up when she finds her money gone) and went to Yoshinoya as a treat. But when I got there there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
>>222 Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya, and the thing I experienced was so terrible, my memory erased itself.
Yesterday I went to DOS burger
And to my surprise I saw no sign of any Pata-pi.
Today I was not raped by a bear.
Actually, I've never even heard of Yoshinoya
It's a noodle joint. I hear the beef bowl is pretty good.
Yoshinoya is good, but Super Dragon is better.
yesterday I went to yoshinoya. When I peed in the urinal, some sicko looked over the divider.
so
So yesterday I went to Kinokuniya and looked at the CDs in the music section but they all cost way too much so I went home after buying a box of Pocky.
So yesterday this asshole came into my store. He kept browsing the CDs in the music section and sighing. They were 150 yen off, for fuck's sake. How cheap can you get? He bought a box of Pocky and left. What he doesn't know is I crammed a banana up his tailpipe.
So yesterday, I parked at Kinokuniya and grabbed a hotdog from a street ven
dor. When I got back, it seems my car was robbed and there was a banana in my tailpipe. Not only were my anime CDs taken, no! Now I have to fix my car, too. Fucking great. Did he really need to take my bargain bin anime CDs? Why the hell did he stick a banana in there? I'd like to interrogate the guy that did this for roughly an hour.
So yesterday this guy comes up to me all breathless and nervous looking and starts blabbering to me about how he broke into this guys car, took this guys CDs and shoved a banana in his tail pipe. Only it was the wrong guys car- OH NOES- so now he's being a paranoid pussy about being caught and is looking to get rid of the evidence. I took them off his hands, because that's what I do, but seriously, who the fuck freaks out over having stolen CDs? They're only worth about 150 yen, for fucks sake.
>>234 never owned a car in the first place. He spends all his money on anime shit.
Yoshinoya was pretty much empty yesterday; so I was able to eat my extra-large, with extra sauce in peace without feeling like I was being judged.
I told my friend that Yoshinoya was really empty because i want him to turn into a fatass. He actually went there and bought an extra-large with extra sauce and thought he wouldn't be judged.
age
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya.
I then suddenly became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
I read >>244s post and became so angry I didn't even bother to interrogate him for roughly an hour; I immediately punched him as hard as I could in the face.
In doing so I broke his nose and sent bone fragments into his brain, instantly killing him. Now I have a corpse that I must drag over to Yoshinoyas. Tomorrows "beef" bowl should be cheap, at least.
i like extra sauce
>>244, are the green onions made of people too?
That's what you're getting at right?
I just figured out what bugs me about this thread's inspiration.
I have a hard time believing there are noodle shop hipsters, even in Japan.
So, I'm in China.
There are several Yoshinoya restaurants about Shanghai.
If there are any dokyun here in China presently, we must meet and enjoy some extra gravy in our large bowl.
I'll be here until next summer.
Anyways, >>250, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to DQN a while ago; you know, DQN?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people posting, and I couldn't refresh my captcha.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those DQNs.
You, don't come to DQN just because it's 150 yen off, fool.
It's only 150 yen, 1-5-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some emergency mittens, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna post in the Fatpa thread." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150 yen if you get out of those seats.
DQN should be a surreal place.
That dense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped thread can carry out and be w at any time,
the previous-poster-is-a-panda mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-random, with extra mittens."
Who in the world orders extra mittens nowadays, you moron? Other than Mitten Girl, I mean?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to read it with extra mittens?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "mittens"?
Coming from a DQN veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra Rei.
That's right, extra Rei. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra Rei means more Rei than Shii. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the other posters from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>250, should just stick with releasing the emergency mittens.
Holy shit, 15 RMB? I feel like going there just because of that, and I don't care if it makes someone want to interrogate me for roughly an hour.
Yesterday I went to Yoshinoya. My daughter, being both a woman and a child, screwed off and stayed home.
Still in Shanghai. I've located Yoshinoya and will be taking some pictures. Any requests?
>>258
Ask for extra sauce. When an enraged salaryman leaps over the table to interrogate you for roughly an hour, take a picture of his face and post it online for all of us to see.
Whatever, >>655095, just hear me out, okay? It's not really related to this thread, but hear me out anyways.
I went to General Tso's the other day. Yeah, you heard me, General Tso's .
Well, the place wasn't totally crammed full of hipsters and I could at last find a seat.
So I look around and there's some stupid wigger announcing how "hardcore" he is with a 汉字 tattoo and asking for extra duck sauce.
What the hell was he thinking?
Don't come to General Tso's for the sake of showing how tough you are, you idiots.
A forearm tattoo and extra duck sauce, for crying out loud...
There's even a whole group of niggers over there. All out for some General Tsao's , huh? Fucking great.
"Okay, Crystal's gonna order the extra-large!" God, it's pathetic.
I'll give you $1.5 to get out of that damn seat.
General Tsao's should be a genteel place.
That refined atmosphere, where the guy on the other side of the U-shaped table would share a witty quip soon as look at ya.
That smile-or-be-smiled at mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Wiggers and niggers can bugger off home.
Anyways, I was finally about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "I need like a LOT of duck sauce. I will pay you extra or whatever but I need, like a lot." "
...who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I'd interrogate him for a goddamn hour if that's what it takes.
Are you sure you didn't just want to try saying "extra duck sauce"?
Coming from a General Tso's veteran like me, the latest trend is this: extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. And an egg. That's how the pros eat.
Extra green onion means you get a little less chicken, and a lot more onion. It's a bit more expensive, I'll grant you.
But then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then you'll stick out, and next time the employees might recognize you and add you to their list.
The inexperienced need not apply.
Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say... is that you, >>655095, should just stick with today's special.
（ ｀ハ´） You seem like the type who would fit in well at my garden party, >>260
（ ｀ハ´） I would like you to know that you are still invited in the--at this point, most plausible--case that your invitation has been lost at the hands of one of my minor nemeses, the Canada Post.
So, yesterday, my dad went to Yoshinoya.While I was supposedly doing nothing, I proceeded to masturbate.
So anyway >>259, please listen. I went to Yoshinoya by a metro station in Shanghai today. Place was deserted. There were no signs announcing money off. 16RMB for the beef bowl.
I was a little nervous going in, as it was my first time in the hallowed halls of Yoshinoya and I had to order extra onions without bursting out into laughter.
I flirted with the girl at the counter, then ordered the beef bowl. With extra onions. All the while wondering if I had been invisibly marked by my selection. Then all three of the staff burst out laughing. It might have been something to do with me recieving a message exactly as I ordered, telling me in broken Chinglish I made the senders gaydar tingle, and then chuckling loudly.
With the extra onion, the price was a little higher (18RMB), but there was about the same beef.
I ate it while the waitress made the eyes at me. I finished up, smiled and left.
Next time, I'll repeat the experiment and see the reaction of the staff.
>>263 I liked that story except for the dubious romantic subplot
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya just because it's 150 yen off, fool.
It's only 150 yen, 1-5-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150 yen if you get out of those seats.
Yosinoya should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it with extra sauce?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "extra sauce"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra green onion means more green onion than sauce. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
Always gives me great pleasure to read it!
>>245 experiment with ketamine
I want to ask him, "Why do you keep bumping terrible old threads?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
>>267
Interrogate him FOR roughly an hour -or- Interrogate him ROUGHLY for an hour?
plz clarify
>>270 I agree those are shitty threads, but I'd just like to add that I went to Yoshinoya the other day, you know, Yoshinoya? I've been a bit strapped for cash recently but I heard there was a special deal on, and I felt like I could do with cheering myself up a bit. It was a little late but I thought I could get a quick bit just before they closed. But I got there, and realised I'd forgotten my wallet at home. I'm such an idiot!
Yesterday I went to Panda Express and wimped out, having a Mandarin Chicken/Chow Mein bowl instead of something more chinky.
>>263
So anyway, about ten months ago, I went to Yoshinoya at Hongkou Football stadium, you remember that Yoshinoya?
The place was deserted and you had just said goodbye to a friend on the holidays. Your Chinese girlfriend broke up with you a few weeks previously. The guilt of cheating on your girlfriend at home had gotten a little too much and had started manifesting itself. You were very lonely. You had gotten a haircut earlier that day and there was an insane number of people there. Probably because of the discount they gave in Saturdays. It didn't really matter though.
I think you were trying to game a girl into a date, but you were so pressed for time for whatever imaginary reason, you broke it off when she said you still have a girlfriend. I don't think you cared, you just wanted some kind of brief connection.
You had bought chalk for weightlifitng in a hiking shop nearby a few weeks ago. You walked Hongkou's streets and alleys for hours afterwards. You spoke to no one, and bought yogurt in a konbini. People commented on how fat you were getting.
You were struggling to find a worthy internship.
I think you would have liked to talk to the staff a bit more. I think China really fucked you up and you are still unravelling all the shit that went down when you were there.
You still don't know how to describe it to people. You are afraid of sounding weak. Even your girlfriend doesn't know about the days you shut yourself away and survived on milk. How you stuttered when you talked to strangers. How paranoid you became. How you lied and manipulated your way into sex, and lied to her in order to manipulate her into spending her life savings to visit you for a month.
You used people as objects. They used you.
...I could really use some extra onions in my beef bowl right now.
Sit yourself down and shut up, >>1.
You went to Yoshinoya a few weeks ago. You know, the one where you used to be employed? Well, there was nobody there, it was after clsoing time. You looked in the safe behind the counter. It had over 150,000 yen in it.
Oh, the stupidity. You idiot. Don't throw your life away for a measly 150,000 yen, fool. It's only 150,000 yen, 1-5-0-0-0-0 YEN for crying out loud. You have a family to think of. Family of 4, all relying on Daddy to bring home the bacon? Well, you fucked it up.
"Don't worry, daddy's gonna buy you that Christmas present," you said to yourself as you slipped the cash into your pocket. God, I couldn't bear to watch the security tapes. You fool, you could have earned 150,000 yen if you had worked for it. But it's too late for you now.
You know, prison is a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the cafeteria table can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about it. Women and children don't exist there. You'll be about to start eating, and then the bastard next to you will go "extra-large, with extra sauce."
That's code for "You're our next victim." And then they'll rape you. They'll rape you for roughly an hour. They'll fill your ass with "extra sauce". I used to be a prison guard, and let me tell you, the latest trend is extra green onion. That's right, extra green onion. This is the vet's way of raping new blood.
Extra green onion means they ram it in until your skin starts to peel away like an onion. The sauce goes straight into your mouth. And you start to get used to it. This is the key. Because then, it's delicious. You reach the pits of depravity. Once you're served this, you'll be marked from then on. You'll be their bitch the rest of your life.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, are under arrest.
Well, never mind all that, >>279. This has nothing to do with this thread, but would you just listen to me for a little bit? See, I went to the local Gold's Gym today. Right. Gold's Gym. And the damn place was packed so full of people, I couldn't even find a rack. So I looked around a bit, and I found a sign that said "Crossfit strongman Meet - 15% off". What the hell is wrong with you people? Are you idiots or something? Any other day you wouldn't even think of going to Gold's Gym, but if it's Crossfit, you all flock in here? It's just 15 fucking percent! 15 percent! And you're bringing the kids too. Look at that, a family of four going to Gold's Gym. Con-fucking-gratulations. And now the guy's going, "All right! Daddy's going to do the large axle continental clean!" Shit, I can't watch any more of this.
Gold's Gym should be fucking brutal. Two guys squat facing each other across a box-shaped rack, and you never quite know if they'll suddenly just start a powerlifting meet right there. It's lift-or-be-lifted, and that's what so damn great about the place. Women and kids should stay the fuck away.
Well, I finally found a rack, but then the guy next to me goes, "I'll go for 25 power snatches!". So now I'm pissed off again. Who the fuck does snatches for 25 these days? Why are you looking so goddamn proud when you say that? I was gonna ask you, are you really going to do all those snatches in a single set with good form? I wanted to fucking interrogate you. For about a fucking hour. You know what? I think you just wanted to say "power snatch".
Now, take it from a Gold's Gym veteran. The latest thing among the Yoshinoya pros is this: Smolov squats. That's the ticket. Loads of squats with little assistance onions, and GOMAD. This is what someone who knows his shit orders. They put in more fat, and less carbs. A large bow bowl of oats with the raw egg, that's really fucking awesome. Now, you should know, if you keep on Smolov, there's a risk employees might write you up. This really is a double-edged sword. I really can't recommend this for amateurs. And you, >>279, well, you should really just stick to the leg extension machine.
Anyways, >>280, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to /dqn/ a while ago; you know, /dqn/?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had ">>150GET" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to /dqn/ just because it's >>150GET, fool.
It's only 150GET, 1-5-0 G-E-T for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some /dqn/, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you 150GET if you get out of those seats.
/dqn/ should be a silly place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped textboard can start a panda thread at any time,
the post-or-be-left-out-of-the-fun mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start posting, and then the dokyun beside me goes "WASSHOI!"
Who in the world posts WASSHOI threads nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to do the WASSHOI dance?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "WASSHOI"?
Coming from a /dqn/ veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, Beady Eyes.
That's right, Beady Eyes. This is the vet's way of derailing threads.
Extra Beady Eyes means more Beady Eyes than Grandpa. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>280, should just stick with watching the emergency mittens float gently down the screen.
281 dokyuns all out for some yoshinoya, huh? How fucking nice.
Anyways, >>282, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Waffle House a while ago; you know, Waffle House?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Free grits" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Waffle House just because it has free grits, fool.
It's only grits, G-R-I-T-S for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Waffle House, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the Texas Cheesesteak Melt with bacon and gravy." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you my grits if you get out of those seats.
Waffle House should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two truckers on opposite ends of the counter can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "hash browns, capped, diced and peppered."
Who in the world orders capped, diced and peppered nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it capped, diced and peppered?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "capped, diced and peppered"?
Coming from a Waffle House veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, smothered, covered and chunked.
That's right, smothered, covered and chunked. This is the vet's way of eating.
Extra onions, cheese and ham means more onions, cheese and ham than potatoes. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll get a heart attack; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>282, should just stick with IHOP.
This is my favorite thread on all of Channel 4.
Oh god, >>>1 is from the future in 2004. I hope he posts again and tells us what is going to happen.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was only a few people there, and I had no problem finding a seat.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
What a pleasant surprise, I thought.
I didn't come to Yoshinoya just because it's 150 yen off, but even so.
It's nice of the management to do these little things for the customers occasionally.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya, huh? How delightful!
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." I happen to overhear.
I don't know these people, but I'd happily give them 150 yen if they needed change for the bus.
Yosinoya is a wonderful place.
That calm atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can strike up a conversation at any time,
the happy-go-lucky mentality, that's what's great about this place.
The women and children really add to the feel of the place, too.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the guy beside me goes "extra-large, with extra sauce."
Who in the world orders extra sauce nowadays?
I want to tell him, "y'know, actually, I've heard good things about the extra green onion."
I want to chat with him. I want to chat with him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't want to try ordering extra green onion instead?
Coming from a Yoshinoya regular such as myself, the latest trend among us regulars is this, extra green onion.
That's right, extra green onion. This is my favourite way of eating.
Extra green onion means more green onion than sauce. The employees are so nice they don't even charge extra for it.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
And, if you order this then the employees will probably remember you from next time on; it's a nice feeling.
I'd recommend it to anyone.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should come visit some time.
Yesterday I went to Gensokyo
( ´ω`) When I was your age, 150 yen was enough to feed our entire family. If it weren't for these damned high speed printing presses, we could still feed our entire family for 150 yen!
( ´ω`) I love the prime minister, his economic policy is to print a fuckton of money and give it away, as I am a NEET I am getting money by the truckload.
So I looked for the nearest Yoshinoya and it was in Arizona and it's closed. I guess I'll go to Five Guys Burgers & Fries instead. :(
So I went to Panda Express and had the Teriyaki chicken bowl with chow mein and an eggroll. It was okay.
I like the kind of bouncy pop Chinese folk muzak they play there.
>>289
There was an insane amount of people there and I couldn't get in, because Komachi was slacking off again.
Now, take it from a Yoshinoya veteran. The latest thing among the Yoshinoya pros is this: Extra green onions. That's the ticket. A large bowl with extra onions, and egg. This is what someone who knows his shit orders. They put in more onions, and less meat. A large bowl with the raw egg, that's really fucking awesome. Now, you should know, if you keep ordering this, there's a risk employees might write you up. This really is a double-edged sword. I really can't recommend this for amateurs.
Okay, so I actually made a trek to the mecca. You know, Yoshinoya. I'd read so much about it over the past decade of lurking message boards. Now I was in Japan and had a chance. It wasn't super crowded like in the original rant. But I did feel a bit stupid because I was basically the only single guy there, plus I was a weeaboo wearing an anime shirt. Everybody else was a group of friends, or a family, or a giggling couple or some shit.
I sat down at the U-shaped counter and saw there was some 10% off deal if you tweet or instagram a Yoshinoya selfie. Okay, I expected some nonsense but give me a fucking break. You social media fucknuts. Nobody should post their stupid face online. Especially not at Yoshinoya. This isn't a fucking 5-star Michelin restaurant. It's the Japanese equivalent of Mickey D's. There were a couple of annoying squealing gyaruz caked with too much makeup, trying to shoot a selfie that included both their faces and their greasy bowl of beef. You think that's fucking attractive? Do you really need that 10% off? I want to fuck 10% of your faces off.
I knew Yoshinoya wasn't going to be like the rant, but I didn't know it would be this mind-bogglingly disappointing. So anticlimactic, so boring. It was just another venue for the smoldering ranks of normal people. I was hoping there would be at least one otaku like myself. The type of person who visits anonymous message boards and knows the True Meaning of Yoshinoya. We could exchange knowing looks from opposite sides of the U-shaped counter. Maybe even have a knife fight.
But whatever, I tried to focus on my task. I was getting ready to order extra green onions, like the guy in the original rant. I was hoping that would be the secret code to unlock the cool side of Yoshinoya that I'd been waiting for. They would put my name on a list and wink at me.
But the guys next to me order first. And one of them orders a large bowl with egg and extra green onions.
Okay, what the fuck. Stop making it sound like "extra green onions" is a thing that normal people get. That should be reserved for people like me who are in-the-know. Lonely internet people who grew up on message boards. Not boring shits like you who have 500 friends on facebook or whatever.
I want to interrogate them for roughly an hour. Do you understand what you're doing? Do you know the true meaning of "extra green onion?" Do you know how many Yoshinoya rant parodies I've written and read in my time? Have you even heard of 2ch?
I gave up. Yoshinoya wasn't anything like I'd hoped. The dream was dead. So I got the daily special.
I went to Yoshinoya and had the beef bowl. It was okay. Nobody got stabbed.
yosinoya wassoi
yosinoya wassoi
Close your face. This is quite possibly the best thread on the whole of 4-ch!
At Yoshinoya, we not only serve up fresh and wholesome food, we serve up excitement.
>>1 from such a thing, me Choi To hear. Thread the massage does not matter.
During this time, I went in the neighborhood Yoshinoya. Yoshinoya.
And then I'm a person does not sit in a mess full of something.
In, well have dropped banners something I saw, 150 yen off, it is written Toka.
I anymore, and Ahoka. Fool or a.
You guys that, I'm Ne Kiten to Yoshinoya do not come 150 yen discount Shiki is usually, blur.
It 's 150 yen, 150 yen.
Something also to have Toka parents and children. Do Yoshinoya in the family of four people. Over to your Medellin.
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You guys that, the seat Arcaro because do 150 yen.
The I Yoshinoya Do not, you're such should have been more brutal.
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Either stabbed or stab, or Ne Ja do such atmosphere is good. Women and children are, Now go sit in the corner.
In, if I thought you finally sit down, guy next door, the Nuo DaiSakari rainy season, we have said there.
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What, extra juice in, it was a proud face.
You really want to ask whether you want to eat the soup duct. I want confronted. I want confronted small one hour.
You, whether I Chau just want to say I extra juice.
Now if you do not mind my saying so from my Yoshinoya through, after all the latest epidemic of between Yoshinoya through,
Negidaku, that's it.
Large serving green onions Nuo Gyoku. This is asked how through.
The I Negidaku has entered into generous is green onion. Son instead of meat is rather less. this.
In, it piled high Gyoku (egg). This strongest.
But ask this is also associated with the risk of being marked clerk from the next, double-edged sword.
The amateur can not be recommended.
Well you, >>1, was elaborate let also ate at Ushisake set meal.
Okay, so I actually made a trek to the mecca. You know, Yoshinoya. I’d read so much about it over the past decade of lurking message boards. Now I was in Japan and had a chance. It wasn’t super crowded like in the original rant. But I did feel a bit stupid because I was basically the only single guy there, plus I was a weeaboo wearing an anime shirt. Everybody else was a group of friends, or a family, or a giggling couple or some shit.
I sat down at the U-shaped counter and saw there was some 10% off deal if you tweet or instagram a Yoshinoya selfie. Okay, I expected some nonsense but give me a fucking break. You social media fucknuts. Nobody should post their stupid face online. Especially not at Yoshinoya. This isn’t a fucking 5-star Michelin restaurant. It’s the Japanese equivalent of Mickey D’s. There were a couple of annoying squealing gyaruz caked with too much makeup, trying to shoot a selfie that included both their faces and their greasy bowl of beef. You think that’s fucking attractive? Do you really need that 10% off? I want to fuck 10% of your faces off.
I knew Yoshinoya wasn’t going to be like the rant, but I didn’t know it would be this mind-bogglingly disappointing. So anticlimactic, so boring. It was just another venue for the smoldering ranks of normal people. I was hoping there would be at least one otaku like myself. The type of person who visits anonymous message boards and knows the True Meaning of Yoshinoya. We could exchange knowing looks from opposite sides of the U-shaped counter. Maybe even have a knife fight.
But whatever, I tried to focus on my task. I was getting ready to order extra green onions, like the guy in the original rant. I was hoping that would be the secret code to unlock the cool side of Yoshinoya that I’d been waiting for. They would put my name on a list and wink at me.
But the guys next to me order first. And one of them orders a large bowl with egg and extra green onions.
Okay, what the fuck. Stop making it sound like “extra green onions” is a thing that normal people get. That should be reserved for people like me who are in-the-know. Lonely internet people who grew up on message boards. Not boring shits like you who have 500 friends on facebook or whatever.
I want to interrogate them for roughly an hour. Do you understand what you’re doing? Do you know the true meaning of “extra green onion?” Do you know how many Yoshinoya rant parodies I’ve written and read in my time? Have you even heard of 2ch?
I gave up. Yoshinoya wasn’t anything like I’d hoped. The dream was dead. So I got the daily special.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways it was really quite a spiritual experience.
I pushed open the doors and the scent of beef broth wafted out in great misty coils.
The incessant chatter of diners merged into a low roar, like the sound of a waterfall in the distance.
Papier-mâché families of four waltzed across the floor in front of me, identical grinning masks on each of their faces.
Repressing a shudder, I pushed through the crowds of shifting flesh to the counter.
A chorus of angels descended from among the 150 yen off banners hanging from the ceiling.
In an undulating aria a glowing, maternal voice told me it's okay to want extra sauce.
I would not be deceived, however. "Extra-large, with extra green onion" I intoned confidently, with a voice like thunder.
Double-edged swords fanned out from behind the woman at the counter like a peacock tail.
I patiently waited for my bowl, then took a seat at one side of a U-shaped table.
The men on the other side were holding daggers, but I knew they could never dare stab a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself.
With a jolt of vertigo, I looked down into my bottomless extra-large bowl.
The bubbles of grease floating on the surface spiralled round and round, faster and faster, as I plunged deeper into the maelstrom.
Machine elves danced on rafts of beef, dodging the countless bits of green onion zipping to and fro.
Streams of \100 and \50 coins floated inwards like confetti.
I knew somewhere deep within the fractal vortex was the spirit of Yoshinoya.
From her, I could learn the secret, the key: the perfect Yoshinoya dish.
I had to know.
I wouldn't even mind if the price was a tad higher, or if I were marked by the employees from next time on.
I would learn the secret, even if I had to interrogate her for over an hour.
At the vital moment, however, some idiot next to me said "Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large."
My concentration wavered. The moment was lost.
I wasn't even angry. I just got up and left.
A single glance back at the steam still rising from my untouched bowl, then I was gone.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should really just stay away from LSD if you know what's good for you.
I always order my steak medium-rare. Unless, of course, I'm sitting at a table in a steakhouse with a large group of people. In that case it's not so simple. I'm a gentlemen, so I never just go ahead and order first. I'll hold off for somebody else to start, and then I'll wait until it's my turn to order. Chances are, somebody else is going to order their steak medium-rare. I'm telling you, it's the best way to have a steak. But then the waiter will come around to me, “And for you sir? How would you like your steak prepared?” I can't say medium-rare now. I'll look like I have no idea what I'm doing. I'll look like I've never ordered a steak before, and now I'm just copying everybody else.
This is why it's great to order first at a steak place. Everyone else is definitely going to get their steak medium-rare. So when you order first, you look like you're in charge, like everyone else is following your lead. Then the second person also says medium-rare. “Very good, sir.” And maybe he really did want his steak medium-rare. It all depends on how fast he said it. If there was even a second's hesitation, it would be perfectly obvious that he was probably going to go for medium, but he didn't feel like being outdone by the first person. “I'll take mine medium … rare. Medium-rare.” A classic rookie I've-never-eaten-in-a-steakhouse-with-a-large-group-of-people mistake.
And then it goes down the line, medium-rare, medium-rare, medium-rare. But now everybody ordering, the fifth, sixth, seventh, even if they wanted medium, medium-well, it's just not happening. Nobody's going to stick their neck out like that. By the third or fourth person, the waiter is only even asking because he has to, because it's part of his job description. Bosses always gets really pissed when waiters try to save some time, try to cast out a blanket, “medium-rares all around?” question to the table.
Every once in a while the waiter will start off with a person who clearly doesn't know how to eat steak and they'll say medium or medium-well. And the next person will order theirs, extra loud, medium-rare, as if to say, please don't confuse me with my idiot friend to my left, I'd like mine medium-rare. Please. And it'll go down the line, medium-rare, medium-rare, and after two or three people, that first guy will realize his mistake, and he'll get really embarrassed, and he'll just shout out to the waiter, who's already passed him, and he'll say, “Excuse me, you know what? I'm going to go for that medium-rare also, thanks.” And the waiter will say, “Very good, sir,” and he'll pretend to cross out something on his pad and write in something else, but it will all be an act, because he's not writing anything at all. It's always medium-rare. The first person always changes to medium-rare after everyone else orders medium-rare. It's a science.
But then it gets to me, maybe I'm like the eighth or ninth person ordering. And I'm no follower, I'm no nameless face in a crowd. So I'll say “rare, please.” And everyone drops their fork and stares. I learned this trick at my friend's wedding in Iowa last summer. The rehearsal dinner was at this steak place, and the specialty was rib-eye. Delish. Of course I was going to order medium-rare, but the first person ordered rare. I was like, what? Rare? Crazy. But then the second person ordered. Rare. Third, fourth, fifth. Rare, rare, rare. There was definitely a pattern here and it became clear to me how I'd have to order my steak.
I really hope that someday I'm out to dinner with a bunch of guys and for some reason it's my turn to order first. And I'm definitely going to order rare. And I know that that second person is just going to have to order rare also. And it'll be like dominoes, everyone falling in line, everyone getting a rare steak. I'm pretty sure that's what happened in Iowa. I think.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. It's not relevant to typical "real life", but. I went back to university to get my master's degree; you know, learn a little more, earn a little more? Well anyways I couldn't walk to a class from the parking lot and had to take a detour. Turns out there's now a Chipotle on campus and the "line" is out the door.
For fuck's sake. I don't remember being such a dumbass as a freshman. This is not hard, you just leave a path for people to go past. It's just a combination of vaguely Mexican cuisine that you could prepare with ingredients from the Whole Foods just off campus, you hipsters.
There's even a letter-sized Xeroxed poster for a "safe space" here. Not the real kind for gay kids to escape beatings, but the stupid kind with puppy videos and ball pits. Holy fucking shit.
"I was thinking about getting the bowl this time." Oh my God. You guys, I've got half a mind to throw tortillas at you freaks.
The campus should be anything but safe. Nerds stealing your student ID magstrip, jocks flexing their sheer physical prowess, pinko commies ready to bash the fash, none of these smarty-pants are actually smart enough to de-escalate any challenge to their preconceived notions. Campus rioting: that's what you're paying half your old man's salary to be here for. If you wanted safety you should've gotten your degree online.
Anyways, I had cleared the corner and I hear this fat fuck say "mild salsa." Who in the world gets the mild only, pantywaist? I want him to see me stare in disapproval of his obviously non-functional gut. I want to stare into his soul. I want to put the fear of God in him. Say mild one more time, motherfucker.
No, if you want to be truly fashionable, what you add is the fajita topping. That's right, fajita topping is the true way to show you know what you're doing. It does mean you get more onion than salsa. Your burrito's structural integrity may be at stake yet it's worth it for the taste aloe.
But if you order this, there's a chance the employees will shaft you on meat next time; it's a serious backfire. Never do this before your junior year.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should allot more time to get to class.
lol.
I didn't go to Yoshinoya.
I went to Wendy's.
I went to Yoshinoya in Delhi once and got a Russian escort.
Does anyone here have access to a fax machine?
>>315 Do you really need to use a fax machine, or did you just want to have a go at typing "fax machine"?
I'd love to have a dot-matrix printer, for like, art projects.
I am thinking of making a project involving fax machines!
I do, in fact, have no fax machine.
Still seeking a fax machine otaku!
I do, in fact, have no fax machine.
Still seeking a fax machine otaku!
Dental plan! Lisa needs braces!
I wish they left that scene in. Just imagine if the west became more accepting of DQN. By keeping that scene in it would possibly prompt more adults to research it and get converted into DQN fans (I am one myself), in turn increasing the amount that is imported and thus increasing DQN revenues in Japan, therefore increasing the amount of content created. We may have actually had big names like Daddy Cool, who has made his fair share of VIP threads, start to produce DQN threads too. The more accepting the public is, the less of a big deal DQN would be and so we'd finally have superbly entertaining threads involving Grandpa, mittens, fancy hearing cake, and DQN music.
There just aren't enough anonymous text boards in the west, and the Japanese are leading the way and leaving us behind. Not to mention we don't get 2-ch jokes translated fast enough. Only a few high profile 2-ch jokes get translated quickly, but because we don't demand it in the west then there's no commercial involvement and we have to rely on fan 2-chers (Those kind souls), and so we miss out on a lot of the more niche jokes. I don't only read DQN for the current thoughts or even the character threads, I read it for the fantastic way people are able to post whatever they want. When was the last time you heard the phrase "the only surviving legend of socotion gomez." Never, that's when you last heard that in normal forums. You know, not to mention that "im gay" sounds much cuter and less serious when it is mumbled by an anonymous poster, versus "I'm gay".
There's things that DQN can do also that no regular text board could. Kopipe is one of God's greatest inventions, the way that a single Yoshinoya rant can have so many humorous variations is incredible. My soul survives on kopipe coupled with the cute ramblings of mindbroken DQN users. And of course ascii art is nothing compared to the SJIS/UTF art many amazing Japanese men (maybe women) draw. The text art in parts of 2-ch is better than anything which has came out of Italy in the past 1000+ years. Truly mind blowing stuff. The way they can make Aramaki Scaltinof seem so soft and puffy, the way they can perfectly sculpt Mona, the way they can get the absolute perfect amount of white space between characters and the way they can make plaintext look like the softest, most delicious things in existence. Messenger software in the west often use emoji which looks like it's straight from Cartoon Network. Whereas 2-ch users in Japan make text art which looks like it's straight from the mind of a man with the greatest tastes.
Just imagine how much more advanced humanity would be, how much we'd progress, how much happier we would be as a whole if it was just acceptable to post whatever you were thinking on DQN. The fact that Japanese man have smaller cocks than us in the west is no surprise when you consider how large their brains must be to come up with the most entertaining threads known to man.
This is the sort of future we miss out on when mentions of DQN are cut from mainstream american sitcoms.
Yesterday I went to the Shangrila Marshmallow Dreams Maid Cafe in Akihabara.
Did she have extra sauce if you know what I mean?
Did you Bangor?
Or did you hardly Newark?
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Alright, so, the scene. We're in... I think it was South Carolina, or Tennessee? My friends and I have just finished playing in a card tournament (not a cool one, just Magic). We stop by Jack in the Box in the way home.
One of our guys has to pee. He goes in, and walks back out 5 seconds later. He's got that half smile half shocked look. "Guys, you have to come see this".
We walk in and it is just a disaster. The entire bathroom is a problem. There's a huge shit in 2/3 of the urinals, blood all over the floor... and the cherry on top is the coat hangar COMPLETE WITH FETUS in the toilet.
Well, I have to pee too, and the bathroom is already a mess, so my buddy and I back up and piss into the same urinal. We're pretty far back from it to, 3 or 4 feet away trying to get the highest arc. There are still a couple of our magic team in the bathroom watching this transpire. I don't remember who won. I think in a way we all did.
We exit the bathroom and an old black man sees us walk out. One of our group has already gotten our food, which is good. The old man goes in, and comes out with a look of pure... Disappointment and hurt. Like... "how could the human race have done this, and why would they do this to me?" and he looks into our souls with this look, as if we were responsible for all of it.
He goes to alert an attendant and I don't want to explain to the middle aged manager lady that we didn't abort into her toilet (we just pissed all over the urinal) so we grab our food to go and eat in the car. I'll never forget that guy's face though.
Anyway, that was my real life lesson in broken window theory.
>>334 this isn't kopipe but it should be, so I'm stealing it. good job
Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya near my house, Yoshinoya.
Then, there were a lot of people and I couldn't sit.
And so, I found a banner which said"150yen off!".
Sigh…It's idiot, it's fool…
Hey you! Don't come to Yoshinoya, which you don't often come to, only because 150yen off! Idiot!!
150yen! Only 150yen!
It seems there are families. Did You come to Yoshinoya with 4 family? A happy event!
A dad said "Year! I'd like the largest size!". I can't endure.
You! I'll give you 150yen, and give your seat to me!
Yoshinoya should be brutal.
Men toward U-shaped table may start to fight. Stab, or stabbed. Such air is good, isn't it? Come home girls and children!
Long time later, I could sit. Then A man sitting next to me says "Big size Tsuyudaku(Juicy)" and so on.
I lost my temper again!
Don't you know? Tsuyudaku isn't the current fashion! Poor!
Don't say Tsuyudaku with proud look!
I wanna ask if you really wanna eat Tsuyudaku. I wanna ask you. I wanna ask you for an hour.
Dont' you only wanna say Tsuyudaku?
Me,Yoshinoya expart, will tell you. The latest fashion among Yoshinoya expart is Negidaku. This is!
"Big size Negidaku Gyoku". This is an expart order.
Negidaku means more Negi(long onion) but less meat. This.
And Big size Gyoku(raw egg). This is perfect.
But if you order this, it's possible the stuff mark you. It's a double-edged sword.
I don't recommend this to beginners.
I think you beginners should order Gyu-Shake Teishoku(rice with meat and salmon) and like this.
Anyways, >>334, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to the bathroom a while ago; you know, bathroom?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner posted on the door, and it had "For Customers Only" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't go to the bathroom just because it's for customers only, fool.
It's only so people don't shoot up in there for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some bodily functions, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna take an extra-large shit." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll pay for your regular size soda if you get off that toilet seat.
The bathroom should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the sink can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start pissing, and then the bastard beside me goes "I'mma shit in this urinal."
Who in the world shits in the urinal nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to shit in the urinal?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "shit in the urinal"?
Coming from a bathroom veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, coat hanger abortions.
That's right, coat hanger abortions. This is the vet's way of using the bathroom.
Coat hanger abortions mean blood all over the floor. But on the other hand you're no longer teen pregnant. This is the key.
And then, it's disgusting. This is unbeatable.
However, if you do this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>334, should just stick to wearing adult diapers.
I am looking for a kopipe, it can't be Yoshinoya (thats japanese for ramen) or any overused meme. It has to be of 2 or more bun (thats japanese for 2 sentences) and has be be chibi (small) sized. And has to be really okashii (funny). Also It has to be about 10-20 internets. And the seller has to post screenshots of it first (i wanted to make shure it was okashii [funny]). And it would have been nice if it came with matching Ascii Art (WITH witty comments). OH! and it CANNOT have had any weeaboo text, or been made up. It has to be made of real-life experiences, or something like that. Also it would have be nice if it was made in japan. and not in china or corea (korea) or whatever. I have found a kopipe similar to the one im describing in 4chan, but it was 1 bun, and i didnt want my tsuri (trolling) to touch my other posts (it can get wet and i would not like that, plus 2 compartments is more okashii).
I used to live in Japan and my friend came to visit and wanted to go to a maid café. For reference, a maid café is a place in the nerdy part of Tokyo where people go in and basically have a cutesy high pitch voiced Japanese girl dressed as a maid serve and talk to them.
So I was translating and very uncomfortable by the whole thing but my friend was getting a kick out of it which made it a bit easier. Next to us though was this obese boy of maybe 15 years old. You could tell he was what they call an otaku and lacked a lot of common hygienic practices. So we're eating and his maid comes over and squats down next to him to check on him. He reaches into his nostrils pulls out this huge booger with a long string of goopy snot still tethered to his nose and eats it in front of her. True to character she just gleefully exclaims, "Was it good master?!"
I thought I was going to vomit right there. I was so grossed out and overcome by feelings of pity for that poor girl, I really was just totally overwhelmed.
Vel, drit i det, >>1. Dette har ingenting å gjøre med denne tråden, men jeg vil at du skal høre på meg en liten stund. Jeg klarte ikke engang å finne et sete. Så jeg så meg litt rundt, og fant et skilt der det sto "20 kroners rabatt". Hva i helvete er galt med dere folk? Er dere idioter eller noe? Dere ville vanligvis aldri engang tenkt å dra til Yoshinoya, men hvis det er 20 kroners rabatt, stormer dere inn hit? Det er forbanna 20 kroner! 20 kroner! Og dere tar med barn også. Se på det, en familie på fire drar til Yoshinoya. Gratu-faen-lerer. Og nå sier ungene, "Flott, Pappa skal bestille en ekstra stor!" Faen, jeg kan ikke se mer av dette.
Yoshinoya burde være fælt sted. To men som sitter mot hverandre ved et U-formet bord, og du vet liksom aldri om de plutselig angriper deg der og da. Det er knivstikk-eller-bli-stukket, og det er det som er så flott med det stedet. Kvinner og barn burde faen holde seg vekke.
Vel, jeg fant endelig et sete, men han ved siden av meg er, "Jeg tar en ekstra stor skål med extra kjøttsaft!". Så nå er jeg forbanna igjen. Hvem i helvete bestiller ekstra kjøttsaft disse dagene? Hvorfor ser du så jævla stolt ut når du sier det? Jeg skulle til å spørr deg, skal du virkelig spise all den kjøttsaften? Jeg ville pokker meg forhøre deg! For omtrent en helt time. Vet du hva? Jeg tror jeg fikk lyst til å si "ekstra kjøttsaft".
Nå, lær av en med erfaring ved Yoshinoya. Det siste store hos Yoshinoya er dette: Extra grønn løk. Det er det som det går i. En ekstra stor skål med ekstra løk, og egg. Det er det som vet hva de holder på med bestiller. De setter i mer løk, og mindre kjøtt. En stor skål med rått egg, det er faen meg helt fantastisk. Nå burde du vite, hvis du fortstetter med å ordre det, er det en sjans for at de ansatte vil skrive deg ned. Det er et dobbelkantet sverd. Jeg kan egentlig ikke anbefale dette til amatører.
Og du, >>1, vel, du burde virkelig holde deg til dagens rett.
Monday morning I don't have work, but I like to get up at the crack of dawn anyway and head to the train station to take the 始発. The night before of course I'm slamming beer, and not the good stuff or even the okay stuff, just straight のどごし. Once I've had enough of that I head to Sukiya and dump half a bottle of Tabasco onto some cheese gyudon with extra eggs, and wash it all down with sips of whisky (black nikka, my niggardly friend).
A few hours later I awake outside a trashed koban bleary eyed but grinning. When I get on the train, I immediately stand next to the hottest chick, knowing the chikan jijis will pile up behind us thinking that the crowding will mean no escape for the poor girl. The fools, they have merely cut off their own escape.
Once the train staff shove the latecomers in, I wait for the first soulless salarydude to thrust forward against the girl before springing my trap. Locking eyes, I let all of my liquid hatred burble out my ass. Panic spreads among the crowd as they realize, there's no way out. Minutes last for hours, a baby cries. Liquid justice seeps down my leg onto the floor. It's the worst gassing experienced on a Tokyo subway since 1995. Eyes watering, noses crinkled, still no one breaks the 和.
The next stop they all rush out, leaving just me and the girl. "Tasukete kurete arigazizoes!" She cries, and starts fingering herself, using my seepage as lube. But I don't do what I do for tropical fruits, so I turn her down. "Just tell me your name!!" she cries as I leave the train.
I turn and tip my fedora as the doors close... "I'm just another regular 外人"
>>345
There was a mass murder incident, this one cult was so out of it that they very quickly went from bog-standard doomsday cult stuff to kidnapping, murder, and a streak of terroristic incidents, #just 80s/90s cult things
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I rode the JR a while ago; you know, JR?
Well anyways I was calculating whether it is worth buying a monthly pass.
Then, I realized people aren't taking into account that they don't work 30 days a month.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't get a discount by yen over total days, fool.
It's like 22 a month, 22 A MONTH for crying out loud.
There're even entire businesses on these plans. Happy employees, fares paid for by the company, huh? How fucking nice.
"Yeah, but it's already paid for." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll pay one day's fare so you stop paying extra in the long run.
JR should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where men take their livelihoods into their own hands catching another forty winks before work,
the watch out for gropers but don't do anything about it mentality, that's what's what I pay to see.
Women and children should live within walking distance.
Anyways, I was about to get my daily NON-bulk ticket, and then the bastard beside me goes "teikijoushaken, please."
Have you heard a word I said, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you work weekends or something?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "teikiken"?
Coming from a train veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, Internet fare calculators.
That's right, have a computer find your cheapest route. This is the vet's way of riding.
It does mean you'll need Internet service. But on the other hand, the time investment is a tad high. This is the key.
And then, it's cheaper. This is unbeatable.
However, if you do this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just get a driver's license.
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The other day, I went to the Chick-fil-A at the campus food court. You know, the campus food court.
Despite being in the middle of lecture hour, there were so many people there the line wrapped around the corner.
Then I saw the poster which said "Prospective student visiting day".
For fuck's sake. Morons.
Undergraduates won't be regularly eating at the food court, morons.
It costs at least $7.50 to eat there. $7-.-5-0 for crying out loud.
There are whole families here. Come to see how junior will live, huh? What a joke.
"Hmm, what do you want?" "Oh, what do they have?" God, I want to switch lines.
Chick-fil-A should be a clockwork place.
The spring-taut ordering, where you can name your meal and give your card just as you approach the counter.
Indecisive children should be at home.
Anyway, I was waiting to fill my fountain soda, and the bastard from the pretzel place beside me unwrapped a Pepperoni Pretzel.
Who fucking eats those, jackass?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want pepperoni on your pretzel?"
I want to grill him. I want to psychologically break him.
Did you just want to say "I ate a pepperoni pretzel once"?
Coming from a food court vet such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, number four no pickle.
That's right, no pickle. This is the vet's way of eating.
No pickle, and with jack cheese.
Jack cheese means more cheese than American. And with no pickle, the price balances. This is the key.
It also tastes good. Superb.
However, there is always the danger that they get your order wrong; it's a big gamble.
I can't recommend it to undergrads.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just go to the dining hall.
So today I’m sitting at a table at Chick-Fil-A browsing DQN about to enjoy my #2 combo when a mom and three kids sit down at the table next to me. While they were there, they were a little loud and the kids were a bit unruly. They made a pretty decent mess at their table.
What the hell kind of fuckery is this? Chick-fil-a should be a bloody place. That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the restaurant can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place. Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Then when the mom and kids finish their meal, leave the table with ALL their trash still on/around it, and go stand in the soda spot. So I’m thinking, dafuq? They’re just gonna leave this shit for someone else to clean up? They’re seriously over there waiting for their to-go refills and are gonna peace out without cleaning up. What a twat waffle.
I make eye contact with mom and give her my most disapproving stare down. I was literally attempting to burn a hole in her face. I held my gaze for an ungodly amount of time as if to say “I see you, and I know what you did. I hope your crotch monsters sneeze in your eye balls and draw on your walls with your most expensive lipstick."
That's when she gets ice creams for all of them. Oh, the humanity. Who in the world gets ice cream nowadays, you moron? I want to ask her, "do you REALLY want to eat ice cream?" I want to interrogate her. I want to interrogate her for roughly an hour.
Coming from a Chick-Fil-A veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, extra salt. That's right, extra salt. This is the vet's way of eating.
Chick-Fil-A fries are large, crisp, and lightly salted enough to be good as is for those who don't like a lot of salt or can be salted to taste for those who do (like me). Always hot, golden, noticeably salted but not overwhelming so, crisp on the outside and fluffy hot potato on the inside. Extra salt means increased blood pressure. But on the other hand, the flavor is more intense. This is the key.
However, if you do this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the employees from next time on; it's a double-edged sword. I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
This thread already time traveled from 2004 back to 1993, why would it go forward again to 2019? Is it just casting about blindly for an era where fewer people order the extra-large with extra sauce?
2019 should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere where everything looks like Blade Runner,
the suspiciously yakuza-esque megacorps owning people and weirdly sexy androgynoids body and soul, that's what we were promised
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to /f/ a while ago; you know, /f/?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people posting there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Beef Stroganoff" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to /f/ just because of Beef Stroganoff, fool.
It's only Beef Stroganoff, ビーフストロガノフ for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some /f/lash, huh? How fucking nice.
"BOYS DON'T KNOW THIS" God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you some Beef Stroganoff if you get out of this board.
/f/ should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two users on opposite sides of the screen can start a e-fight at any
time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE
BEEF"
Who in the world orders Beef Stroganoff without Beef, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to eat it without the Beef?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE BEEF"?
Coming from a /f/ veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, Potato Knishes.
That's right, Potato Knishes. This is the vet's way of eating.
Potato Knishes means more Mashed Potatoes than Beef. But on the other hand the price is a tad
higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the mods from next time
on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>3387661, should just stick with today's
special.
>>358
It's only a recurrent neural network trained on the Yoshinoya rant for 30 epochs
>>359
I'll give you 30 epochs if you get out of those seats.
Machine learning should be a bloodier field.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread. I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya? >>2 I'm not too sure about it. I'm not sure it's relevant, but it's pretty relevant. >>3 >>4 >>5 But I thought you were being nice. I figured she'd be upset, but that's not exactly the case. >>6 >>7 >>8 >>9 >>10 >>11 >>12 >>13 >>14 >>15 (You're not being honest.) >>16 >>17 >>18 >>19 >>20 >>21 >>22 Let's think about it, please. Is this a good thing? >>23 >>24 >>25 >>26 >>>>
Yoshi-ism, of course. A religion in which the word "no" means you can't do anything in the future. And you can do what you want in the past, and there really isn't any future to do anything in. It's a nice way to get away from reality. You can see the world as having no future whatsoever: it's all in a blender, and people get killed by the blender to make it whole again
Yesterday, I went over to Yoshinoya for a simple meal. Yes, THAT beef bowl house, Yoshinoya. You can't buy better comfort food anywhere in Tokyo. (Well, probably not Japan. You should get a Japanese chef here in San Francisco, but seriously, don't waste your money.) Yoshinoya had cooked a classic Mongolian steamed bun, with an interesting combination of spices and flavours. But this is Tokyo, and you have to try. One of a kind! A delicious Mongolian fried onion soup, with an orange and garlic sauce, topped with a crispy spring onion. This was my first time trying this kind of dish — what's a new thing to try? Maybe the newness of the dish made me like it, too. I like it.
We got married a week later in a beautiful wood-panelled room on the top floor of Yoshinoya. It was warm, as I'd heard, since there was no cold outside. We spent the next week at the hotel eating great food.
https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20190509/p2g/00m/0bu/008000c
No rice means more protein than carbs. But on the other hand the price is a tad higher. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the keto autists from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with Weight Watchers frozen dinners.
We were waiting in line for the soft serve machine at Golden Corral. The woman in front of us gets up to the machine and awkwardly jerks the handle around in an attempt to get at the sweet, sweet ice cream within. She's pushing, pulling, twisting, doing literally everything but turning it to the right (which would have dispensed the ice cream).
She's really perplexed by this. So she takes the next logical step, of course, which is to wrap her lips around the spout, form a seal on it with her mouth and start trying to suck it right out of the tap. One of the workers sees this and looks on in disgust before he unplugs the machine. On the way out, we see that he put an out of order sign on it, so thankfully they didn't keep serving it after that whole incident.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with the carrot cake.
I was the one that stole the burger king spongebob
Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya's house to get some coffee. The only thing I found in the kitchen was a box of"Gourmet" coffee beans. I'm not sure if there's anything special in there, but it's pretty good. I took a sip and found out that the beans are made with a lot of coffee, so I took a bite out of them. They were so sweet and rich, and I was so hungry. I'm not sure if I was thinking about food or not, but I took another bite out of the coffee and it tasted so good. I was so hungry, I nearly forgot that I had to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and ate a banana, then I came back and ate another banana, and then I ate a banana again. I was so hungry. I sat down in the kitchen and I ate a banana, then another banana, and then another banana. And then I ate another banana. Finally, I ate a banana. I was so hungry.
Yesterday, I went over to Yoshinoya for a simple meal. Yes, THAT beef bowl house, Yoshinoya. I'd been craving it ever since I went to a restaurant in Tokyo and saw a giant beef bowl. I was so excited to try it.
Yoshinoya is a very famous restaurant in Tokyo. It's owned by a guy named Yoshio Yoshino who has been doing this for a long time. He is known for his "Yoshinoya" beef bowls. I was really looking forward to trying it.
Yoshinoya Beef Bowl Yoshinoya Beef Bowl
I ordered the beef bowl with a side of green vegetables and a side of rice. I was expecting a beef bowl but it was actually a bowl of beef. I didn't really know what I was eating. It was a bit bland. It was very bland. I could have picked up a couple of other bowls, but I was just looking for a bowl of beef. I was pretty disappointed with the bowl. Yoshinoya Beef Bowl I would definitely order this again.
( ˃ ◡˂) Dicks out for Yoshinoya!
Well, I think Americans are tremendously fond of barbecues.
I had a fat client overseas invite me over to one as thanks and I reluctantly accepted.
First off, the meat was a surprise. They buy it in kilos, large chunks. They look at the meat I bought as
a gift and say, “that's not enough, peasant.” Like, the economic animal must not be used to eating meat.
I bet 4 kilos of meat costs less than the 500 grams I bought. But wait a minute, this is mostly fat.
Then, the fatty cuts the meat. Just cuts and cuts. While the fat punks I assume were his kids looked at him.
It didn't even look like they were gonna say “daddy's cool” either. Are you Hiromi Go? Fuck it.
The steel plates were dirty and sticky with remains. Wash. Wash with detergent. Actually, go buy new ones.
He grilled a lot and his family ate all the good meat up… except he forgot the guest was here.
They just eat and eat. The fatty roasts it, hands it to his family, and it doesn't even come my damn way?
When the meal's almost over, they say “You haven't eaten at all?” and gave me their leftovers. Fuck.
After they ate like 5 kilos, they started drinking Diet Coke and low-calorie beer.
“I'll drink too,” the fat son says. You've been doing drugs and drinking, haven't you?
His fat daughter said something like “Oh, I'm tipsy, you look great.” Don't look at me, I'll kill you.
The fat wife says, “I gained weight” and the fat husband says, “Don't worry, it's zero calories.”
I don't understand what the hell this American joke is. Damn it, what's so funny? Go fuck yourselves.
Well, guys, if you ever get invited to an American barbecue, you better watch out.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people in line, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Please practice social distancing" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya and practice social distancing, fool.
COVID only has a 2% death rate, TWO PERCENT for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some respiratory disease, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's high risk so he'll stay outside." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll buy you life insurance policies if you croak already.
Yosinoya should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start coughing at any time,
the allergies-or-COVID mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Asthmatics and diabetics should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes "my body, my choice."
Who in the world makes excuses for not wearing a mask nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, "do you REALLY want to make excuses?"
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try owning the libs?
Coming from a COVID veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us survivors is this, blood clots.
That's right, blood clots. This is the vet's way of being hospitalized.
Blood clots means more clots than blood. But on the other hand the symptoms are a tad more mysterious. This is the key.
And then, it's deadly even if you're young. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you'll be marked by the nurses from next time on; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just get yourself put on a ventilator.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it’s really related to this thread.
I went to Go Go Curry today; you know, Go Go Curry?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn’t get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had “All dishes 500 yen” written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don’t come to Go Go Curry just because it’s 500 yen, fool.
It’s only 500 yen, 5-0-0 YEN for crying out loud.
There’re even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for some Go Go Curry, huh? How fucking nice.
“Alright, daddy’s gonna order the Business (Double in America) Roast Katsu.” God I can’t bear to watch.
You people, I’ll give you 200 yen if you get out of those seats.
Go Go Curry should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time, the stab-or-be-stabbed
mentality, that’s what’s great about this place.
Women and children should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bastard beside me goes, “Extra cabbage.”
Who in the world orders extra cabbage nowadays, you moron?
I want to ask him, “Do you REALLY want to eat it with extra cabbage?”
I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don’t just want to try saying, “Extra cabbage?”
Coming from a Go Go Curry veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, nattou double topping.
And then, extra roux. This is the vet’s way of eating.
The nattou has a raw egg in it. With this substitution there are no fried foods. This is the key.
Then you add cheese, a hard-boiled egg, and some pickled shallots. This is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that you’ll be marked by the employees from next time on; it’s a double-edged sword.
I can’t recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with the Economy Roast Katsu during Go Go Time.
I just left Yoshinoya. It smells like stale farts in there.
Yo, check it out, this is important. I went to the beach the other day, you know, the seaside? Well, the place was packed with horses, and I couldn’t find a place to lay my towel down. Then I noticed a sign nearby that said “HORSE DAY AT THE BEACH”. Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots! You don’t come to the beach just because some sign says you can! Every day is horse day at the beach! You can come to the beach any day, stupid horses! Why did you all come at once? It’s just a SIGN, a S-I-G-N some HUMAN made for crying out loud! There’s even whole horse families here, mummy horse and daddy horse and little foals, all out for a nice canter on the sand, huh? How fucking nice.
Just then, the daddy horse cheerfully went “NEIGHHHH!”. God I can’t bear to watch. You horsies, I’ll give you all a bunch of sugarcubes if you just give me some space to put my towel down.
The beach should be a relaxing place. That calm atmosphere, where two dudes can build a sandcastle together at any time, that splash-or-be-splashed mentality, that’s what’s great about this place. Women and children are also welcome.
Anyways, I’d just found a clear spot and started to rub suntan lotion on my bare bum, when the bastard horse nearby whinnied and trotted through the surf. Who whinnies in this day and age, dumb horse!? I want to ask him, “What the fuck are you whinnying at?” I want to interrogate him. I want to interrogate him for roughly an hour. Are you sure you weren’t just looking for attention from the other horses?
Coming from a seaside veteran like myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, gigantic beach balls. That’s right, a huge colourful inflatable beach ball. This is the vet’s way of having fun at the beach. It’s like a normal beach ball, but it’s massive. It’s a bit more expensive, and takes a while to inflate - this is key. But then, it’s delightful, seeing it float through the air, the sun shining on the bright colours. This is unbeatable. However, if you play with a huge ball like this, everyone along the entire beach can see you, and there is also a danger that the ball will blow away; it’s a double-edged sword. I can’t recommend it to amateurs.
What this all means though, is that you horses should just stick to the caravan parks
It's not really related to the thread. It's not really related to the thread, but...
The other day, I went to Yoshinoya in my neighborhood. Yoshino-ya.
There were so many people there that I couldn't sit down.
And when I looked closer, there was a banner hanging down, saying "150 yen discount.
I thought, "What a jerk. I thought it was stupid.
You guys shouldn't come to Yoshinoya, which you don't usually come to, just for a 150 yen discount, you idiots.
It's 150 yen, 150 yen.
There were some parents and their children there. A family of four at Yoshinoya. Congratulations.
I can't stand to see them saying, "Okay, Dad, I'm going to order the extra large! I can't stand it anymore.
You guys, I'll give you 150 yen and you can have that seat.
Yoshino-ya should be more bleak, you know.
You could start a fight with the guy sitting across from you at the U-shaped table at any time.
It's a stab-or-be-stabbed kind of atmosphere, isn't it? Women and children, stay out of it.
Then, just when I thought I was finally able to sit down, the guy next to me asked for a large bowl of soup.
That's when I lost my temper again.
You know, "dipping in soy sauce" is not popular these days. You idiot.
What do you mean, "with dipping sauce" with a smug look on your face?
I want to ask you if you really want to eat tsuyusaku. I want to ask you. I want to ask you for an hour.
I'm a Yoshinoya connoisseur.
I'm a Yoshinoya connoisseur, and I can tell you that the latest fad among Yoshinoya connoisseurs is
I'm a Yoshinoya connoisseur.
Oodakari negikaku gyoku. This is the way to order it.
Negikakudaku means that there are more onions in it. But with less meat. That's it.
And a big bowl of gyoku (egg) on top of that. This is the best.
However, it is a double-edged sword, because if you order this, you will be marked by the waitress next time.
It's not recommended for amateurs.
Well, you, one, should just eat the beef salmon set meal.
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Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went back to Yoshinoya a while ago; you remember, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways it was eerily empty. Not a single person there.
I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "150 yen off" written on it.
Really? Even a discount like that isn't pulling the idiots in?
I guess it is only 150 yen. That doesn't bring in the families of 4 like it used to.
Yosinoya should be a bloody place.
That tense atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can start a fight at any time,
the stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what this place means to me.
I should be begging the women and children to screw off and stay home.
I imagine some ugly bastard beside me ordering "extra-large, with extra sauce."
The hot flush of indignation warms me, for a moment.
Then, a woman appears behind the counter at last.
Her uniform looks too big on her. She can't be more than a teenager.
An abyss yawns open just above my diaphragm, as I realise it's been two decades since I made that now infamous post on 2ch.
Was she even born yet at the time?
Does she know what a Yoshinoya veteran is? Has she ever heard the words "extra-large with extra green onion"?
While I wasn't looking, these ideas have been wiped away like spilt sauce off a U-shaped table.
I was so worried about being remembered by the employees, I never thought I might end up forgotten like this.
A deep sigh leaves my body like a late autumn breeze.
"I guess I'll just have today's special," I say.
Well, never mind all that, 208.120.151.124. This has nothing to do with "/sa/shii/pixel/ikachan.nsf", but would you just listen to me for a little bit? See, I went to the local Yoshinoya today. Right. Yoshinoya. And the damn place was packed so full of people, I couldn't even find a seat. So I looked around a bit, and I found a sign that said "150 yen off". What the hell is wrong with you people? Are you idiots or something? Any other day you wouldn't even think of going to Yoshinoya, but if it's 150 yen off, you all flock in here? It's just 150 fucking yen! 150 yen! And you're bringing the kids too. Look at that, a family of four going to Yoshinoya. Con-fucking-gratulations. And now the guy's going, "All right! Daddy's going to order the extra-large!" Shit, I can't watch any more of this.
Yoshinoya should be fucking brutal. Two guys sit facing each other across a U-shaped table, and you never quite know if they'll suddenly just start a fight right there. It's stab-or-be-stabbed, and that's what so damn great about the place. Women and kids should stay the fuck away.
Well, I finally found a seat, but then the guy next to me goes, "I'll have an large bowl with extra gravy!". So now I'm pissed off again. Who the fuck orders extra gravy these days? Why are you looking so goddamn proud when you say that? I was gonna ask you, are you really going to fucking eat all that gravy? I wanted to fucking interrogate you. For about a fucking hour. You know what? I think you just wanted to say "extra gravy".
Now, take it from the Yoshinoya veteran. The latest thing among the Yoshinoya pros is this: Extra green onions. That's the ticket. A large bowl with extra onions, and egg. This is what someone who knows his shit orders. They put in more onions, and less meat. A large bowl with the raw egg, that's really fucking awesome. Now, you should know, if you keep ordering this, there's a risk employees might write you up. This really is a double-edged sword. I really can't recommend this for amateurs.
And you, 208.120.151.124, well, you should really just stick to today's special.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with the three-cheese cheese beef bowl.
Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya in my neighborhood. Yoshinoya.
Then, the place was so full of people that I couldn't sit down.
And when I looked closely, I saw a banner that said "150 yen off" or something like that.
I thought it was stupid. You guys are idiots.
Don't come to Yoshinoya, which you don't usually come to, just for a 150 yen discount, you idiots.
It's 150 yen, 150 yen.
There were people with their parents and children. A family of four at Yoshinoya? Congratulations.
They're saying, "All right, Dad, I'm going to order the extra large portion. I can't stand to watch that.
You guys, I'll give you 150 yen to have that seat.
Yoshinoya should be more reserved.
It could start a fight with the guy sitting across from you at the U-shaped table at any moment.
It's the kind of atmosphere where you either get stabbed or get stabbed. Women and children should stay out of it.
Then, just when I was finally able to sit down, the guy next to me said, "I'll have a big bowl of soup," and that's when I lost my temper again.
Then, I was pissed off again.
You know, it's not fashionable these days to have a large bowl of soup. What are you talking about?
What are you talking about with a big bowl of soup?
I want to ask him if he really wants to eat it. I want to ask you. I want to ask you for an hour.
I want to ask you for an hour if you just want to say "tsuyu-madasu".
As a Yoshinoya connoisseur, I can tell you that the latest trend among Yoshinoya connoisseurs right now is "Negi-sukadake".
Negi-Tadasu, that's it.
A big bowl of Negi-Tadaku Gyoku. This is the way to ask for it.
Negi-Tadasu" means that there are more negi (green onions) in it. But it has less meat instead. This is it.
And a big bowl of gyok (egg). This is the best.
However, it is a double-edged sword, because if you order this, you risk being marked by the waiter the next time.
It is not recommended for amateurs.
Well, you amateurs should just eat the beef and salmon set meal.
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Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya. Some Narutard committed "Onara no jutsu!"
Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya, had lunch, and then returned to work.
Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya and it smelled like a skunk died up someone's ass.
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Yesterday, I went to Yoshinoya and had some delicious raccoon gyuudon.
morning in january. 26 degrees. i get up just before sunrise and get dressed. i go outside and get in a black 1992 chevy s-10 pickup truck, and as i drive off down the street the exhaust from the still cold muffler forms a small white cloud of vapour that dances behind me. i hunch forward a bit as i wait for the heat to come on. the air blows loudly from the dashboard vent, not yet warm enough to melt the frost pattern that dots the windshield.
fifteen minutes later i pull into a yoshinoya. the sky to the west glows a deep blue as dawn nears. as i step from the truck i hear the sound of my feet crackling on the frozen muddy tire tracks in the parking lot. at the top of the cement steps i open the metal door and the bell on the inside jingles as i push myself in from the cold. i eat an extra large, and an order of extra sauce. and two cups of black coffee. then i die
I went to Dairy Queen the other day. You know, Dairy Queen.
Well, anyways there were so many people there, it was ridiculous.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Free dilly bar" written on it.
Oh, you idiots. Absolute imbeciles.
You, don't just come to Dairy Queen for a dilly bar, fool.
It's only a dilly bar, a DILLY BAR for crying out loud. Not to mention you have to fill out a survey too.
There are even entire families here. Family of 4, all going out for Dairy Queen, huh? Give me a break.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the oreo blizzard." God, I can't watch this shit.
You people, I'll treat you to an ice cream cake if you just get out of the line.
Dairy Queen should be a bloodier place.
That tense atmosphere, where only the opposing corridored booths prevent two guys from starting a fight at any time,
that stab-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what should be taking place here.
Women and children should just get up and leave.
Anyways, I was about to fill up my drink, and then the bastard next to me goes "Peanut buster parfait, with extra hot fudge."
Who in the world wants more hot fudge, fatass?
I'm gonna tell him, "do you REALLY want that much hot fudge?"
I want to mess with him. I want to psychologically torment him.
Are you sure you didn't just want to say "I got it with extra hot fudge?"
Coming from a Dairy Queen veteran such as myself, the latest trend among the vets is this, extra peanuts.
That's right, extra peanuts. This is how the vets know it.
Extra peanuts means more peanuts than fudge. But on the other hand they'll charge you a dollar. This is the key.
And then, it's delicious. Something like this is unbeatable.
However, if you order this then there is danger that they'll flat-out ignore your request; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
In the end what this means, is that you, >>1, should just stick with the banana split.
now listen to me young man, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to yoshinoya, and i need you to ask the bastard working the u-shaped counter if they have omori negidaku with an egg. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day.
Hey man, it's good to see you! I haven't seen you in ages, seems like you don't go out much, huh?
I was just about to head out for some Yoshinoya, you interested? You said you were a Yoshinoya fan, right?
Sorry, a Yoshinoya veteran. That's what I meant.
Anyways, it's just up the street. Let's go, I'm starving!
Wow, it's busy, huh! Must be the lunch rush.
Oh sweet, they've got a discount on! 150 yen off, huh.
All right, what do you think you'll order? I'm thinking the extra large with---
What?
No, I don't think he's staring at you.
Start a fight? What are you talking about? Do you know that guy or something?
I can ask him to move if you want.
Uh, you feeling okay?
Right, yeah.
Okay, yeah, don't worry about it buddy. It's fine.
Anyway, you said you wanted extra large with extra onion, right?
Extra green onion, sorry.
Yeah, okay, I got it. I think I'll go with the same but with extra sauce.
Hey, you see that waitress over there? I'd like to give her some extra sauce if you know what I---
Uh, you okay? Speak up a bit, I can't hear you mumbling under your breath like that.
Interrogate me? What are you talking ab---
Woah!
Woah, easy buddy. Just chill.
Put the knife down, okay? We're all friends here, right?
Easy, just put the---
Okay, sorry. Sorry. Let's just put the knife down, okay?
What?
The---
Yeah, sure, I'll order today's special. Whatever you say, man. Just take some deep breaths, okay?
Okay.
Actually, uh, how's about we just head home, maybe? Seems like you're having a bad day.
Yeah, yeah.
I'll see you around. Take care of yourself, okay?
In my restless dreams, I see that place.
Yoshinoya.
You promised me you'd take me there again someday.
But you never did.
Well, I'm alone there now...
Ordering our 'special dish'...
Waiting for you...
My family has had bad luck with the new local Dairy Queen in Dallas on Coit Rd just north of Belt Line. We have been through the drive thru every time except for once, and about half of the time our order was messed up when we arrived home. On New Years Day 2017, I visited the local DQ around 12:30PM. I waited for over 15 minutes in the drive thru, so I went into the restaurant to get my food. I was told that they were waiting on french fries, which should not take 15 minutes. When they brought my food, I quickly checked it to make sure that it was correct. Well, since the last time we ordered a plain hot dog it was not plain, I checked the one that I was just given. The above picture is what I found. I showed it to the manager and he offered to make a new one, but I told him that I did not want to wait any longer and I left. So beware, if you don't like your Dairy Queen hot dogs looking like they died an unnatural death, then get the chili on the side and make sure you get a look before you bite, because who would want to take a bite of a hot dog like the one in this picture?
I asked DQ headquarters for my money back twice (because I will not get food from that restaurant again), and they ignored my request. So I decided to spend $$ to put this lovely picture online. Dairy Queen, please take care of your customers when you make mistakes.
Yoshinoya appeared to me in a dream and said "Fuck off gaijin! This place is not for you!" and I woke up hungry.
Anyways, >>1, please listen to me. I know what I'm about to say sounds crazy, but just hear me out, okay?
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways it was eerily quiet. Not even any staff behind the counter.
The lights were on and the doors were open, but there was no one there.
They didn't even have the usual discount promotion banner hanging from the ceiling.
Anyways, I was about to leave, when I noticed an unmarked door slightly ajar towards the back of the room.
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, I have to admit, I was a bit curious what went on back there, so I took a few cautious steps inside.
Oh, the stupidity. I was such an idiot.
I'd give anything to have just gotten out of there when I had the chance.
The bare concrete corridor stretched out ahead of me, perhaps a little further than it should have given the dimensions of the building.
"Hello? Anyone there?" I called out. God, I can't bear to remember it.
There was no response but the buzz of the fluorescent strip lighting overhead.
As I approached the corner at the end of the corridor, my chest suddenly went tight. I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath.
I turned the corner and what confronted me was this, a locked door.
That's right, a locked door. I was almost relieved when the handle wouldn't budge.
There was a faint savoury smell, with just a hint of something sickly-sweet underneath, like rotting fruit.
I thought it was coming from behind the door until I heard the low, droning creak from immediately behind me.
Perhaps she had once been an employee. Perhaps not.
She was roughly humanoid, and wearing the Yoshinoya uniform, but the rest of her was all wrong.
Her hands looked like bundles of twigs with skin stretched over them. Her joints articulated the wrong way.
And her face... the whole jaw was just gone, and there was some sort of origami floret of raw meat in its place.
Her eyes... I don't want to think about it.
What in the world are you, you freak?
I wanted to run. I wanted to run and scream and cry for at least an hour.
The door behind me wouldn't open, of course, and she was between me and the exit.
She laughed, or gurgled in an amused sounding way at least.
Is this REALLY something to laugh about?
Are you sure you aren't just trying to scare me?
Anyways, what happened next, I don't really know how to talk about.
All I have is a torrential kaleidoscope of raw sensation and experience.
My face pressed against the griddle. The smell of burnt flesh and the hiss and pop of my own bubbling fat.
Every bubble of grease burning the inside of my lungs as I drown in beef broth.
My own body, heaped in green onion, cut apart and masticated and swallowed and digested by some family of 4, all out for some Yoshinoya. How fucking mad.
It makes no sense, and I can't make it make sense to you because I can't even make it make sense to myself.
Somehow, I stumbled out, alive and unhurt. It felt like a lifetime had passed but my watch said it was less than an hour.
Yoshinoya is a bloody place, in ways I don't even have the vocabulary to describe.
I can't recommend it to anyone.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stay the hell away from that place. I'm serious.
https://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1680434551/556
This advanced linguistic research on the Yoshinoya rant needs to be preserved for posterity.
Also 400GET
So I managed to pick up a pot of Samyang 2x spicy hot chicken flavor, and I have been happily storing it away until this evening when I planned to finally tuck in.
I found the instructions very clear and easy to follow. I found the bowl design of the packaging fantastically efficient. I fried some bacon and mushrooms to add to the noodles and can clearly see how ramen so quickly became a staple food in Eastern climes.
What I did not expect was the life altering revelation that Samyang would bring to me. A moment of such clarity of spirit and placement within the wide universe that I felt as if I was looking at myself from without.
In this moment of catharsis I discovered that there are two types of bucket-lists.
One is the normal super fun lists of things you want to do in the life.
The other is a not so fun list of things you never want to learn about yourself.
Today I learned I am a bitch. But not just any type of bitch.
Have you ever met one of those absolute chodes that goes around saying stuff like, "I love spicy food," - "Nothing is too hot for me." - "If I could bottle hellfire I'd sprinkle it on my chips." And then folds like a cheap trick at the first sing of heat.
Today, laddies and djents, I am that chode.
Here and now I swear blind that I'll never again attest that I eat hot all the time. Or that I love jalapenos. Or that I put chili flakes on everything.
I am a heat-bitch, and I see that now. Samyang 2x spicy scorched my soul from my lean flanks, twisted me once around the sun, and sat me back down, blistered and burned, to revel at the scope of my folly.
There is no god, only heat. Yet still I pray that my lips will cease to hurt.
Pray for me if you can.
I've been watching a stream of AI-driven conversations that uses the dragon ball Z characters, and I decided to throw in the Yoshinoya rant...
> Oh hey Nanashi! "The vet's way of eating", right? Ahaha!
Shit. I've been marked. That was a warning shot.
I can never fucking come to this godforsaken place again.
Even if it means driving an extra hour out of town, I will do it.
You can't be too careful in this island nation.
Because if someone really scary wants to get you, there's no escape route.
If only I had pretended to be an amateur for a day!
>>404
Yosinoya should be a hygienic place.
That mutually respectful atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can use the same communal ginger bowl without fear of contamination,
the be-clean-or-be-stabbed mentality, that's what's great about this place.
Waifu Natto Kiss. My wife was having her usual breakfast with Natto (which I despise). I was in a rush to leave and gave her a quick but somewhat passionate kiss on the lips. As I pulled my head back, our lips were still connected by a slimy trail of Natto. I tried to remove it with my hand, but it was very difficult and messy, and my white t-shirt ended up tarnished with Natto.
Accepting defeat, I left the house as a Natto-tarnished Kaishain. With no time to change, I had to head to work with slimy lips and a shirt stained by Natto, or risk being late.
Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great gyūdon restaurant Yoshinoya just opened in town. Go and order yourself today's special. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am a Yoshinoya veteran."
>>1 waited. The 150 yen off banner above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were idiots in the Yoshinoya. He didn't see them, but had expected them, now for years. His warnings to 2ch were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
>>1 was a Yoshinoya veteran for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the diners and he said to dad "I want to order extra green onion, daddy."
Dad said "NO! YOU WILL BE MARK BY THE EMPLOYEES FROM NEXT TIME ON!"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the Yoshinoya; you know, Yoshinoya? he knew there were idiots.
"This is 2ch," the radio crackered. "You must interrogate the idiots!"
So >>1 told the women and children to screw off and stay home.
"HE GOING TO INTERROGATE US," said the idiots!
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the extra-large." said the family of four and he ordered the extra-large with extra sauce. >>1 couldn't bear to watch and tried to interrogate him for roughly an hour. But then the U-shaped table fell and they were trapped and not able to interrogate.
"No! I must interrogate the idiots," he shouted!
The radio said "No, >>1. You are the idiots."
And then, >>1 should've just stuck with today's special.
"With a U-shaped table, you can start a fight anytime you want" he said to himself, out loud.
TOKYO -- Japanese gyudon beef bowl chain operator Yoshinoya Holdings is making a push into the ostrich business, creating a skin care line using the bird's oil and putting its meat on the menu at restaurants in limited quantities, eyeing the efficient-to-raise animals as a future profit source.
"We will establish ostrich as an option that can bring wellness both to people and to Earth," said Yoshinoya Holdings President Yasutaka Kawamura at a press conference to announce the company's new ostrich-related ventures in Tokyo on Wednesday.
Ostrich oil has a fatty acid composition close to that of human skin, and its beauty-enhancing ingredients penetrate the skin more easily than vegetable-based oils, the company said, making it ideal for its new line of cosmetics.
Prices range from 5,720 yen to 15,400 yen ($40 to $106) for a booster oil used before applying facial lotion, and a beauty cream is priced at 16,500 yen. The products went on sale through various online retailers in addition to Yoshinoya's website from Wednesday.
Though ostrich oil cosmetics and beef bowls might seem like a mismatch at first glance, the new business stems from a concern about future food shortages, triggered by Yoshinoya's expansion into China.
The company's first full-fledged foray into that highly populous country, in Shanghai around 2000, made it realize that continuing to serve beef bowls to so many people could someday become difficult. Those fears have become a reality in the form of soaring beef prices due to increased consumption in emerging markets and developing countries.
As of early August, the Japanese wholesale price of frozen U.S. beef belly used in gyudon was 1,450 yen to 1,530 yen per kilogram, up about 80% on the year.
U.S. beef prices are expected to remain high for the time being as the production cycle -- where the number of cattle naturally increases and decreases -- is in a declining phase. Yoshinoya was forced to raise gyudon prices in late July.
Global meat consumption in 2033 is expected to reach about 390 million tonnes, up 12% from the average for 2021 to 2023, according to the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development and the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations.
Ostriches have a higher feed efficiency than cows and pigs, requiring just 30% to 40% of the feed needed to produce cows, according to Yoshinoya. Cows need large amounts of both feed and water, and they release large amounts of methane, a greenhouse gas.
Ostriches, meanwhile, are said to lack the microorganisms in their digestive tracts that create methane, resulting in less than half the methane emissions of cows. They have been attracting attention in the global restaurant industry as a promising solution to food shortage problems.
Yoshinoya Holdings operates an ostrich farm in Ibaraki prefecture, northeast of Tokyo. (Photo obtained by Nikkei)
Yoshinoya entered the ostrich farming business in 2015 by purchasing an ostrich farm in Ibaraki prefecture, which is northeast of Tokyo.
In 2017, the company established a unit that would later become Speedia, which handles ostrich farming and is the name brand for its skin care products. It currently has 3.6 hectares of farmland and raises 500 ostriches, making it one of the largest such operations in Japan.
The Japanese market is still in its infancy. The number of ostriches being raised in Japan is at most 5,000, according to Yoshinoya and other sources. Domestic consumption is low -- less than 1% of the amount of chicken or beef consumed.
"We have not yet reached a level where we can run the business as a livestock one," Kawamura said. Since it is difficult to make a profit from the meat alone, the company came up with a model to also develop cosmetics that use ostrich oil, a by-product.
In conjunction with the cosmetics sales, Yoshinoya restaurants started selling set meals of ostrich bowls with soup for 1,683 yen in a limited run of 60,000 servings at about 400 locations nationwide from Wednesday.
Anyways, >>410, please listen to me. That it's really related to this thread.
I went to Yoshinoya a while ago; you know, Yoshinoya?
Well anyways there was an insane number of people there, and I couldn't get in.
Then, I looked at the banner hanging from the ceiling, and it had "Now serving ostrich meat!" written on it.
Oh, the stupidity. Those idiots.
You, don't come to Yoshinoya for ostrich, fool.
It's a gyūdon chain. Gyūdon as in beef bowl, for crying out loud.
There're even entire families here. Family of 4, all out for a taste of exotic poultry, huh? How fucking nice.
"Alright, daddy's gonna order the ostrich bowl." God I can't bear to watch.
You people, I'll give you a ticket to the zoo if you get out of those seats.
Yoshinoya should be a traditional place.
That timeless atmosphere, where two guys on opposite sides of the U-shaped table can eat the same gyūdon they would've had a hundred years ago,
the down-to-earth Japanese mentality, that's what's great about this place.
People just seeking novelty should screw off and stay home.
Anyways, I was about to start eating, and then the bitch beside me goes "I want the ostrich cosmetics."
Who in the world wants ostrich cosmetics, you moron?
I want to ask her, "do you REALLY want to rub reconstituted ostrich lard on your face?"
I want to interrogate her. I want to interrogate her for roughly an hour.
Are you sure you don't just want to try saying "ostrich cosmetics"?
Coming from a Yoshinoya veteran such as myself, the latest trend among us vets is this, gyūdon facemasks.
That's right, gyūdon facemasks. This is the vet's method of skincare.
Gyūdon facemasks means potentially getting green onion in your eyes. But on the other hand the beef fat does wonders for your pores. This is the key.
And then, it's completely rejuvenating. You'll look ten years younger.
However, if you do this in the restaurant then there's a danger that everyone will just think you're an extremely messy eater; it's a double-edged sword.
I can't recommend it to amateurs.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>410, should just stick with generic store brand moisturiser.
So, here’s the setup: my wife’s entire family gets together every year for a big holiday dinner at her parents’ farm in Florida. It’s a huge place—think barn turned airplane hangar, complete with a movie theater setup because my father-in-law is a tech enthusiast with two planes parked right there. Yeah, it’s as bougie as it sounds.
After a massive dinner (lots of beans were involved—critical detail), we all gather in the barn for movie night. My father-in-law suggested Oppenheimer because he couldn’t stop raving about how the sound system would “blow us away” during the bomb scene. Now, my wife’s family is ridiculously hygienic—like, they’ve probably got hand sanitizer brands on speed dial—so everything is always prim, proper, and pristine.
Anyway, we’re all seated in these fancy recliners, bellies full, and the movie’s dragging on a bit for my taste, but I’m being a good sport. Then comes the moment—the Trinity test. My father-in-law had hyped up the sound system so much that I literally braced myself, hands over ears, expecting to be launched into a sonic apocalypse.
But here’s the kicker: the bomb goes off, and…silence. Absolute cinematic silence.
Meanwhile, I, thinking this was my cover, let out the mother of all…releases. We’re talking long, echoing, unapologetic. I was so confident the explosion would drown me out, but NOPE. I quickly realized my mistake when I removed my hands from my ears and saw my wife’s face of pure horror.
Her mom looked like she just watched me bomb Hiroshima. My father-in-law? Oh, he was laughing his ass off, which honestly made it worse. The cherry on top? This family is so over-the-top about cleanliness that I basically committed war crimes in their sacred space.
Now, I’m lying in bed, my wife is still mortified, and I’m debating whether I’ll be banned from the next year’s gathering. Moral of the story: never trust Christopher Nolan to cover your “mistakes.”
ngl the extra large with extra sauce is pretty good.
I want (ヽ´ん`) to be added to the corner of the screen every time
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