Archive for November, 2008

I’m getting mixed messages here.

November 30, 2008

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I think this ad works better as a double page spread.

November 30, 2008

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I wonder why?

November 30, 2008

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I guess they don’t all look the same after all.

November 30, 2008

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Must be hard when your Mum’s generic white, your Dad’s from Japan and for some reason you end up looking South American. That’s why it’s best to walk around with a little sign pin pointing your origin to a land mass that spans from the Arctic cirlce to the base of India.  That way no one asks you questions in Spanish.

Meanwhile… in Japan

November 30, 2008

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Reader’s wives

November 27, 2008

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LLoyd sent this photo in to prove his cat was harder then the Murder Burger cat and now we’re all sitting around work trying to figure out how to make this photo into a t-shirt.  There’s something about the missing ears and cool bastard stare that reminds us of someone but we can’t think who.  I reakon he’s the spitting image of Lee Van Cleef.

Back in the day.

November 27, 2008

2916I saw this last night and immediately dug out all my old Roadrunner CD’s. I’d forgotten how good some of that shit was. My neighbour Bob, who’s about 50, came over about 11 to tell me to turn it down a notch but he ended up staying till after 1AM drinking  beer while I took him on a Roadrunner back catalogue journey from 1990 to 1996. I don’t think he was that into the music though. I think he just likes drinking beer.

The temperature around that middle bench would probably be perfect

November 27, 2008

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Free toy with every burger.

November 24, 2008

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Someone sent these pics into us today – we don’t know who they are but they are officially the first entry in a new category called “Good bastards we have taken money off”

How to complain properly.

November 24, 2008

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Just got an email from a girl called Aimee that goes like this:

 

“Your burgers are pretty sweet, big fan of the chicken bacon and avo, but to be honest I’m not sure if I’ll come back. The service is terrible! Last time I was there the line was massive, once we got to the counter the chick answered the phone (while the chick making fries sat watching) the other guy serving went off somewhere to watch someone make paties instead of serving the mass line, then our girl took yet another phone order while we stood there. THEN had a meltdown working out how to half $33.60, after she charged me too much got out her cell phone to work it out.
Seems like a novel but there was just so much that went wrong, gutted cos the burger was actually nice”

 

Poor Aimee had a shocker, but even when she was venting in her email to us she sounded so sweet and nice and almost apologetic. Aimee would most likely be quite an awesome girlfriend because even when you did something really stupid my gut feel is that she would only be angry for about half an hour and then everything would go back to normal so you wouldn’t have to only watch the telly programs she liked for the next week.

She also can work out half of $33.60 in her head without using the calculator function on a cellphone which means she’s smarter then 80% of the people I know including me. 

That said, Aimee needs to learn to throw her toys a bit more and have a good old screaming rant. It’s very liberating and I’ve found it generally gets a better result.

So in future, if Aimee or anyone reading this has a crap experience at Murder Burger  – don’t just put up with it – start yelling right there and then in the store until your shit gets sorted or someone takes you outside for a good old fashioned punch-up. Either way you’ll feel better.

Don’t let anyone try and make you feel bad by pretending to cry either. Even if it’s one of the guys.

 

PS. Half of $33.60 is $16.80 if anyone is interested.


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