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My Crabby Patty.
Last night at work I had a lot of fun. Bob and I were packing KFC and I decided to voice my ideal of crabby patties. You see, we just recently started selling "crab cakes". Well I think that we should call the "crab cakes" crabby patties. That way, when people hear about them they will think of spongebob and be more apt to try them (they are actually rather tasty). Furthermore, Spongebob himself will hear of our lofty transformation in his honor, and promote our store, giving us new shirts, hats, buttons, shoes, signs, boxes, condements, plates, the whole ordeal with his picture and logo. Thus promoting our business and sells (which means raises!). After I explained my ideal to Bob, he confessed that he indeed had the same idea! I was utterly shocked and pleased that my mindset was comparable to that of an adult. He suggested that we put the crabby patty on a bun with lettace, tarter sauce, cocktail sauce, and a tomato. I said that sounds just about right, and that I would venture into this new creatation. Which is exactly what I did after I clocked out at 9:02 pm last night. However, I slightly reconstructed Bob's ideal. After dropping my crabby patty (with the sincere instruction of my good friend Josh Lane)into the greasy bubbling pit the intellects prefer to call a "fryer", I then began my wonderous creation. I got a small box and set a warm bun in the middle. Then, I crafted a smiley face with zesty ranch smack dab in the middle of that ole bun. Lettace, tomato, and cheese then followed in that consecutive order. Finally, Josh placed my crab cake warm and sizziling, on the bun. It was then closed and smacked together to form my prized nutrient I named "crabby patty", in specific honor of my dearest and beloved Spongebob Squarepants. :-D
Sweet Brillance my friends, in a pure and intense conclusion.
Last night at work I had a lot of fun. Bob and I were packing KFC and I decided to voice my ideal of crabby patties. You see, we just recently started selling "crab cakes". Well I think that we should call the "crab cakes" crabby patties. That way, when people hear about them they will think of spongebob and be more apt to try them (they are actually rather tasty). Furthermore, Spongebob himself will hear of our lofty transformation in his honor, and promote our store, giving us new shirts, hats, buttons, shoes, signs, boxes, condements, plates, the whole ordeal with his picture and logo. Thus promoting our business and sells (which means raises!). After I explained my ideal to Bob, he confessed that he indeed had the same idea! I was utterly shocked and pleased that my mindset was comparable to that of an adult. He suggested that we put the crabby patty on a bun with lettace, tarter sauce, cocktail sauce, and a tomato. I said that sounds just about right, and that I would venture into this new creatation. Which is exactly what I did after I clocked out at 9:02 pm last night. However, I slightly reconstructed Bob's ideal. After dropping my crabby patty (with the sincere instruction of my good friend Josh Lane)into the greasy bubbling pit the intellects prefer to call a "fryer", I then began my wonderous creation. I got a small box and set a warm bun in the middle. Then, I crafted a smiley face with zesty ranch smack dab in the middle of that ole bun. Lettace, tomato, and cheese then followed in that consecutive order. Finally, Josh placed my crab cake warm and sizziling, on the bun. It was then closed and smacked together to form my prized nutrient I named "crabby patty", in specific honor of my dearest and beloved Spongebob Squarepants. :-D
Sweet Brillance my friends, in a pure and intense conclusion.