This Dairy Queen is not a restaurant -- it is a portal to suffering. A cursed monument to disappointment. I would rather bungee jump into a volcano or eat drywall at a gas station than return to this

Well as Dairy Queen lets me down again. This time I ordered a hot fudge Sunday with sprinkles but they had no sprinkles so I get home and about to eat there was a black hair sticking in it . I should

This particular Dairy Queen has only ever brought me pain and agony. It is better to burn in the deepest pits of hell than step foot into this establishment. Each worker has a maximum of 2 brain cells