Burger King


  • Food

    Burger King

    Yes, may I have a

    Whoper Jr.
    Double Whopper with cheese.
    Three medium fries and
    Three cokes with that please.
    no wait, make that two milkshakes and a lemonade, pink.
    Could you wait a minute please while I take a minute to think?
    Okay, I want the medium fries and I know I want a Sprite,
    But I'm trying to decide between the chicken tenders or the chicken sandwich alright?

    Boy I wish it was breakfast, then I'd know just what to get
    Bacon, egg, and a cheese biscuit with some french toast sticks.
    And syrup , juice, and coffee,
    cause those I have to down.
    Then I would get some ketchup to put on my hashbrowns.
    But it's lunch and I have a hunch this is easier than I'm makin it.
    I'll have the Angry whopper and I'll top it off with

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