When Cheeseburgers call
Him - Heya, Cheeseburger.
Me - Hi. I gotta go.
Him - Oh?
Me - You just reminded me.
Him - Of...
Me - Cheeseburgers, you ninny. I haven't had one in days. I'll call you later.
My new nickname is dangerous.
It is perfectly acceptable to moan in pleasure, close your eyes and sigh when you take the first bite.
Him - Heya, Cheeseburger.
Me - Hi. I gotta go.
Him - Oh?
Me - You just reminded me.
Him - Of...
Me - Cheeseburgers, you ninny. I haven't had one in days. I'll call you later.
It was a cheeseburger day. CBD.
About mid-cheeseburger, I realized, with horror, that I... (breath catches)
I... (bites lip)
That I... (looks up)
I was ... (sob)
... no longer hungry.
Don't judge me.
I stared at it, in panic.
I looked up at Jenn.
I looked at it. Beautiful, beautiful cheeseburger.
It looked at me.
Then, she looked at me, with a peculiar look on her face.
I looked back at Jenn with panic.
She said, rightly so, "Why are you snaking on fries, when there is a half eaten cheeseburger in front of you!"
Well, that snapped me out of it, dear readers.
Guess who won.
Go on. Guess.
(wipes mouth with a smirk)