Denny'sGeverifieerd account

our milkshakes bring all the burgs to the yard and that’s right, they’re bigger than yours

Us: hi--- Girl: I have a boyfriend. Us: Is he ready to order too?

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Oh yea? You love our pancakes? Name 3 of our albums.

if you’re sad don’t get bangs. get pancakes and thank us later.

it’s been fun, but we’re deleting our twitter ㅤㅤjk thx for the 500k followers ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Satiated and joyful, they relaxed and awaited their royal dessert. The son looked at his predecessor with great respect and admiration. "Happy Father's Day, Dad." And the father looked upon his son with great pride. "Thank you, Hungry."

They sat upon a throne-like booth, befitting the majestic mythological figures they were, as endless treasures arrived at their table; golden pancakes, the sweetest of syrups, eggs prepared in a myriad of styles. The feast was truly extravagant.

Dad's eyes glistened with pride and emotion. "As the oracle prophesied, a great bounty of exquisite entrees, beautiful breakfasts, and delicious desserts have come together beneath one comforting roof. Behold, it is the Denny's." Together, they gazed upon its magnificence.

"O, my son, how long you have patiently waited, subsisting solely on saltines from Mom's enchanted purse, bottomless with preparedness. Your over-eager and desperate brother, Thirsty, commenting on all in your absence, unquenched and single, but now your noble quest achieved,"

It had been many, many moons since Hunger had seen his father, Dad, the all-powerful overseer of Mount Senses, after being tricked into exile by his scheming brother and rival, Thirsty. But now he would claim what was rightfully his: the prodigal feast.

"Daaaaad, I'm hungry!" "Hello, Hungry. I'm Dad." The two embraced. At long last, father and son were reunited. "I have returned to fulfill the prophecy, father—my one true destiny, to devour all of the glorious foods."

a denny’s haiku my heart is an egg. when I look into your eyes, it gets all scrambled.

: Grandpa, do you remember the Great Burger Wars? : lol no I was chillin drinkin milkshakes and trying to make sense of Westworld

A dating app for people who like fried chicken and they call it “Tender”. You’re welcome.

Did your wife leave you . . . . . with the bill? what a trickster.

Join us for seven minutes in heaven AKA eating a stack of pancakes.

Fries are just sexy potatoes

You, not wise: what came first? The chicken or the egg? Us, wise: depends on what you ordered.