Waiting In Vegas

Two rednecks come in wearing standard redneck attire: Budweiser hats, old blue jeans, and nascar shirts.  They both ordered burgers cooked medium.  Since they were obviously from a shithole of a town somewhere in the south, I took the time to explain to them that burgers prepared medium would be pink.

Redneck fucktard 1: Medium is fine as long as it aint pink.
Me: That’s what I just explained… it will in fact be pink.
Redneck fucktard 1: I want it cooked cooked.
Me: So you want it well done?
Redneck fucktard 1: Hell no, I don’t want it well done.  I just want it cooked all the way.
Me: Well done will be cooked until there is no pink.
Redneck fucktard 1: You just cook it medium and make sure there is no pink.

At this point I just give up and decide to ring his burger in well done and be done with it.

I look over to his friend/cousin/lover and he replies “Hell fuck no, I don’t want no fuckin pink in my burger.  That shit’ll kill you faster than sleeping with men.”