-Prologue ( Read more... )

Bacon how I Love
Your crispness with the salt, how
I wish forever

A haiku for the bacon on the Bacon, Egg, & Cheese McGriddle.

Bad Taste
By Bonnie Burton"Dammit, this doesn't help at all!" Henry growled. He spit out the cheap whiskey shot and placed the dirty glass back on the bar with a loud thud ( Read more... )

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The man of the hour was walking down the sidewalk under the late day sun. He had a spring in his step, a carefree glint in his eye, and a contented smile on his lips. The man had a handlebar mustache. The man had a price on his head ( Read more... )

What up foos ( Read more... )

Another day, home before noon. This happens from time to time, whether the place closes down, a new regime taks hold, or I start to have problems with the on-site wrangler. It starts out the same way everytime with the debriefing, a phonecall, and the escort during the boxwalk to the car. It's no big deal, I was sick of the place, and extracting ( Read more... )

The sky was the color of a fry-o-later filled with burned grease ( Read more... )

A pale gentleman at the head of the table breaks the silence, "The creation of this...". He drifts into a vacant stare, takes a deep breath, then continues, "This masterwork, will I think be a testament to the subtle effectiveness of our order." The room echoes his every utterance distinctly, for it is of marble. And he continues, "encased within ( Read more... )

No, I ain't Irish. I don't claim to be nothing but true-blue American, if it's all the same to you, though I ain't what you'd call your average citizen. I don't vote, can't drive, and they ain't figured out a way to make me pay taxes. But, for all that, I appreciate this great nation of ours and what it stands for. I was born here, somewhere around ( Read more... )