If you're here to find out about me, just know right up front that I'm here to fill in for that extra fry cook spot. Supposedly Spongebob has been selling his body for sex and other drugs, so apparently these really are "Crabby Patties", and according to the health inspector, "that just won't do."

So message me if you want, I work the graveyard shift anyway , so I'll be on here because nobody wants shitty burgers at 2am.

PS. I sell oxys, opanas, adderall, and crack. Pat on the back door 7 times to let me know that you're here.