French burger day at the DC today. Was totally wondering if the Almighty would smile upon me this morning as I brushed the bread crumbs off of my blanket. Wouldn't have been surprised if I were forced to once again approach the burger station and be berated by that grumpy man. Totally not my fault that nothing else in the DC satisfies my enormous appetite. Burger love no matter what.
Also, there is something totally lovely about the like little bead of grease that runs down the bun, vaguely resembling the salty tears I taste on my lips every evening before I fall asleep.
Y'all ladies have no idea how much sadness I have inside of me. Have to fill it up with bun, ketchup, lettuce, tomate, onion, patty, bun. Maybe some fries on the side.
Lastly guys, I've got a problem--namely, that I have no clue what to eat in the mornings. No burgers? WTF.
Do you guys like burgurs?
Anyone else love the french burgurs today?
Y'all think I should try something else to eat tomorrow?
Any boys out there love burgers too?
♥
burgurgurl
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