Sheetz

a convenience store/fast food restaurant found mostly in the western half of pennsylvania. it’s like a 7-11 but you can order food like hot dogs, hamburgers, and my personal favorite sheetz “garlic fryz”.
“dude, let’s go to sheetz and get some hot dogs and frys!”
a gas station/sandwich shop. those who have been to a sheetz know if you see a long line of customers placing orders, you can e-b-tt your way into their system by knowing their mto push b-tton system and quickly order a sub before they finish.
joe: “d-mn look at the long mto line at sheetz!”

bill: “don’t worry man i know what i want.”

(punches in an order at lightning speed)

joe: “those obese individuals just got pwn3d.”

bill: “i totally h4x0r3d the system and got my jr. roast beef”
a convenience store/gas station where hicks from lit-tz, pa like to hang out all night, every night. why? because they have nothing better to do with their lives, and/or because there’s a “no loitering” sign in the parking lot and they’re trying to be “criminals”.
hick #1: “hey guys, lets go hang out at sheetz and get drunk and stoned!”

hick #2: “what a brilliant idea!”

hick #3: “yee-haw!”
restaraunt slash gas station slash stoners oasis. employs every inbred -sshole in the world and one hot chick.
holy cr-p dude, let’s go to sheetz. i got the munchies like a sum b-tch.
a place where hipster d-bags like to go when they’re completely sh-t faced drunk, and like to ask the quiet stoners what number they have, and insinuate that i’ll just talk to you because you’re drunk. often times this will lead to hostility from both ends, but all the while, the stoners just bite their tongue and eat the food, while the drunks ask strangers questions such as “what’s the matter, you don’t like talking to me?” or “what’s the matter, did you just get out of work?”. this follows the modest stoners waiting in line for a godam breakfast sandwich and a hashbrown for 45 million years because the rest of the backwards hat ego maniacs ordered 7 course meals and not being grateful that the sheetz employees are sweating b-lls and into your food. the stoners leave and never go back there. the drunks look for the stoners to beat them up, but they are gone already so they don’t know what else to do because they haven’t a life.
hipster d-bag “what number do you have, brah?!”

complete stranger to hipster d-bag “………..you are why i don’t come to sheetz”
a horrible convenience store located in the western half of pennsylvania. hicks and idiotic steelers fans from western pa think of this place as superior to wawa. they are completely wrong due to the fact that sheetz sucks -ss. the food is terrible and the prices are even worse. they only thing making a sheetz better than a 7-11, is the fact that the woman with only 3 teeth behind the counter isnt from india, so her math skills are lacking, resulting in incorrect change.
hick: “yo, lets drive my pick-em-up truck to that sheetz over them thar hills.”
wawa lover: “screw that! i like good food and amazing iced tea from wawa.”