It was a middle school girl's basketball trip and we were on our way back from Nenana(we got 3rd place in the tourney!). We were all starving after our games, so we dashed into McDonalds (which by the way is my least favorite place) to have dinner.
Our assembly of our sweaty yet hyper team finally ordered and received our meals. I got an order of French Fries and, I was feeling gutsy, a chocolate chip frappè. It turns out the frappè was atrociously gross, and everyone was content with their sodas and cappuccinos. I was just about to throw away the disgusting frappè, when my coach thought up an brilliant plan.
He squeezed a packet of ketchup in the drink, mixed it up, and put another straw in it. Then he went up to Marrin, a crazy hyper girl on the team, and he pretended to drink some of the frappè, and told Marrin it was delicious! Marrin then took a big sip of the drink, and we watched her face turn from bubbly to horrified. She spit out the ketchup infested frappè and screamed. The end.
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