Post by Scruffy Dog on Mar 25, 2007 3:09:25 GMT 10
"I swear I've smelt better things off the dog."
Well, tonight's misadventure did not go as pleasantly as most of my trips to Maccas. For tonight, I was forced to concede to the burger itself while watching Rob (a friend) manage to devour his entire monstrosity.
Let us start at the beginning.
2.50am (which was actually 1.50am, good ol' Daylight Savings ending) and me and some mates, Rob and Ardy (yes the infamous Ardy from the Mother experiment) decided to go to Maccas to get some burgers. But not just any burgers. It was surprisingly not my idea, but Rob's, to get ridiculous burgers this time. And because 3-6 layered cheeseburgers had become the usual to me, I had to go a little further, and decided to get a 3 layered quarter pounder.
Rob had even more bizarre ideas though. His burger, was actually the following:
1xBig Mac
1xChicken Burger
1xQuarter Pounder
...all rolled into one.
Ardy, not wanting to be left behind, had the following concoction.
2xBig Mac
1xCheeseburger.
Now these burgers normally wouldn't be too bad of an idea. I can think of worse things. However there was one factor I hadn't accounted for. The fact that we were getting them from BELL STREET MACDONALDS.
I ate about half my burger before realising what I was doing. I was eating three cold and stale quarter pounders that I had merged into one. That didn't make them any less stale or cold though. It just made it bigger and even more horrifying.
Ardy also was constantly complaining about the smell of his burger. It had also come to his realisation that his food was actually quite disgusting. This is also where the quote at the top of this post came from. Yes, it's another Ardy classic.
At this point Rob was finished his burger somehow, and had made no complaints. It seemed to taste fine to him.
But how, how could it be that the burgers Ardy and I could not finish, could so easily be finished off by another? Well, the answer is simple. A few hours earlier, Rob had skulled an ENTIRE CAN of Mother.
So even assuming Rob's tastebuds are still alive, they certainly would have appreciated the taste of ANYTHING that wasn't Mother. We could have fed Rob fresh steaming horse turd and he surely would have gobbled it up.
So in summary, today Rob outdid both of us. But at what price?
Coming Soon: The catering at Rob's funeral service.
Well, tonight's misadventure did not go as pleasantly as most of my trips to Maccas. For tonight, I was forced to concede to the burger itself while watching Rob (a friend) manage to devour his entire monstrosity.
Let us start at the beginning.
2.50am (which was actually 1.50am, good ol' Daylight Savings ending) and me and some mates, Rob and Ardy (yes the infamous Ardy from the Mother experiment) decided to go to Maccas to get some burgers. But not just any burgers. It was surprisingly not my idea, but Rob's, to get ridiculous burgers this time. And because 3-6 layered cheeseburgers had become the usual to me, I had to go a little further, and decided to get a 3 layered quarter pounder.
Rob had even more bizarre ideas though. His burger, was actually the following:
1xBig Mac
1xChicken Burger
1xQuarter Pounder
...all rolled into one.
Ardy, not wanting to be left behind, had the following concoction.
2xBig Mac
1xCheeseburger.
Now these burgers normally wouldn't be too bad of an idea. I can think of worse things. However there was one factor I hadn't accounted for. The fact that we were getting them from BELL STREET MACDONALDS.
I ate about half my burger before realising what I was doing. I was eating three cold and stale quarter pounders that I had merged into one. That didn't make them any less stale or cold though. It just made it bigger and even more horrifying.
Ardy also was constantly complaining about the smell of his burger. It had also come to his realisation that his food was actually quite disgusting. This is also where the quote at the top of this post came from. Yes, it's another Ardy classic.
At this point Rob was finished his burger somehow, and had made no complaints. It seemed to taste fine to him.
But how, how could it be that the burgers Ardy and I could not finish, could so easily be finished off by another? Well, the answer is simple. A few hours earlier, Rob had skulled an ENTIRE CAN of Mother.
So even assuming Rob's tastebuds are still alive, they certainly would have appreciated the taste of ANYTHING that wasn't Mother. We could have fed Rob fresh steaming horse turd and he surely would have gobbled it up.
So in summary, today Rob outdid both of us. But at what price?
Coming Soon: The catering at Rob's funeral service.
