In reply to Orgsm:
"One cold winter morning, after one's mandatory breakfast of Americano coffee with a few dank memes on the side, I wasn't quite sure what to do with my life. Play some counterstrike? Bake a cake? Read a book? No, I felt like nothing would hit the spot that day quite like getting some eyelash extensions installed.
So off I went, in search for a haven where one could achieve the perfect camel look at a fair price - and I found this place! "Wonderful," I thought to myself as I entered what I originally thought to be a fine establishment.
But oh, was I wrong! Upon entering, I was greeted by the owner with a grimace. I thought maybe I had forgotten my deodorant or something that morning. "Ere hu du u fink u r comin in hear?!?!!111" she exclaimed. Shocked and unsure of what to say, I processed her question dripping with audible grammatical and spelling errors. Before I could surmise a response, she continued. "Don't u no we ain't servin moose limbs no moar!! Now git out ya bloody goat shagger!" She exclaimed as she grabbed some poppadome from behind her and started flinging them at me.
"Poppadoms?!" I cried as I felt the greasy, crispy goodness hit me and I melted to the ground. Poppadoms. My Achilles heel. My kryptonite. I was so weak. How did she know? I should have brought my muslamic ray gun with me."