It’s 6 o’clock and I just gave away some of my blood. I’m in for some burgers and start googling. I see a place called Frick inch son, “oh what can this be?” I think to myself. The restaurant has only 2/5 in google reviews but the place seems nice so I get on my bike and start speeding. Eventually I’ve reached my destination and I immediately order the “El Camino burger”. The waiter tells me the story behind the name and after 10 minutes of story telling I piss my pants. Now I’m running towards the toilet. The toilet is surrounded by red velvet curtains and I immediately get trapped in this illusion of me being in a bed with Marilyn Monroe and Adam Sandler guarding the room for us. After 20 minutes of waiting for the “El Camino” it finally arrives. The tomato looks fresh and my stomach starts screaming for some meet. After just my first bite I get the foodgasm (orgasm+food). My pants get wet and I visit the toilet for a second time. The cherry on top of the whole experience is the desert. Licorice crème brûlée, mmm yummy! After realizing that I’ve spent the last four hours eating just one burger I decide to get on my bike and go home. The end.
It’s 6 o’clock and I just gave away some of my blood. I’m in for some burgers and start googling. I see a place called Frick inch son, “oh what can this be?” I think to myself. The restaurant has only 2/5 in google reviews but the place seems nice so I get on my bike an...
