I go with the girlfriend to a new place in her neighborhood, Bloke’s & Bird’s. You gotta keep things fresh. A stale life, like a stale cookie or cracker, is buster as hell.
Bloke’s & Bird’s is a pretty cool spot. They play the music at an acceptable volume. People aren’t fall down drunk. Premier League soccer is on all of the televisions. It’s classy. You wanna get sloppy drunk and dance like an asshole? Red Ivy, dicklips, and I hope you get hit by a bus.
I’m having the fish & chips. Girlfriend is having a hamburger. I’ll probably eat at least a quarter of her burger because she’ll get full. Having a larger appetite then your girlfriend isn’t great for the waistline but it’s certainly not buster.
Guess what happens. Fries aren’t included with the burger; they cost an additional $4. Shit just got real. What kind of buster ass move is this where the fries aren’t included with the sandwich? You’re not tricking me; it’s a $12 burger plate instead of an $8 burger plate. Playing games on the menu is buster. Besides, what you’re doing is irresponsible: the fries are the burger’s wing men and instead you’re just gonna let a burger roll to the table solo? Solo is a buster ass look on anything whether it’s a human or a sandwich.
Fine, bring us the fries along with some vinegar because vinegar on fries isn’t even in the buster galaxy; manned space missions to find that flavor would be too dangerous to contemplate.
Fry Chargers are buster. Keep coming back.
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