The bully of Beacon

So since I’m leaving this hellhole tonight, I decided to set up a gofundme page.

I'd roll up to Wendy's and be all "Yea man, lots of bacon on this burger cause I wanna die happily." I'd wait in line for a fucking long time while the old man who can't remember that this isn't burger King keeps asking for a whopper, so guess who's getting hungry?? This guy here, and all I can think about is that double bacon layer on that double burger. Hell I'm foaming at the mouth now just thinking about it.

As I wait, I look up at the menu and there she is, that damn bacon double cheese burger modeling for my taste buds, tantalizing me as I wait there in line as the sweet mistress it is.

Finally, FINALLY it's my turn, I get up to the counter to order my food and impatiently wait for it. The service is of course a bit slow because time is a wonderful mistress that hates me so.

I get my food and go quickly over to the nearest table. My hearts racing, I reach for the burger in its aluminum casing and slowly peel it off only to find THAT IT LOOKS SO DIFFERENT FROM THE DAMN PICTURE!!!

I cannot be more disappointed, the burgers are flatter and dry which is one thing, sometimes the cheese is hardly melted and the bacon... oh god the bacon!

Why must fate dip her fingers into the cruel hard irony of these poor poor bacon strips! They look like a truck ran over them before being made, they're so small and hardly taste like anything and not only that!! But what looks like a whole two layers to yourself, you get maybe MAYBE two strips on each layer...

Killing is badong

There was a soft sigh as Velvet gently felt Cardin’s forehead, feeling the warmth from his skin on the back of her head. “I’ll take care of you only if you promise not to blow your nose on my clothes.”