Once, Herm ate some toasted potato farls, whatever "farls" are, for breakfast.

Then it was off to work, on the way discovering that the local Sainsbury had started stocking Dr Pepper Zero, a fact that was more than acceptable to Herm.

Herm subsequently looked up "farl" on dictionary.com and discovered it was a Scots word for "a thin, circular cake ( Read more... )

Toby chomped on his fresh, toasty McGriddle in the car on a rainy June morning, Beethoven's 5th playing softly on the radio. He had been camped outside City Hall since dark, waiting for the tip to pay off, but he might have dozed off by now if not for the slightly gooey, but forever delicious McGriddle to nibble on. It was almost hard to focus on ( Read more... )

The crowd roared, but I just smirked, the moment Brandon Roy brought down his slam dunk. It was his second tomahawk dunk of the night, but this one was, unarguably, superior to the first: it brought the team to 101 points, and that meant everyone in the crowd won a free chalupa. I smirked because I didn't care about free chalupas. Plus I wasn't ( Read more... )

The buzz of the alarm sounded like every morning. It was 8:00 AM on the dot, and the roosters were roaring. Amy awoke in a bit of fright, rushing to turn off the alarm, instead knocking it over ( Read more... )

Mayor McCheese emerged from the ball pit, weary, but intact. Now standing in the world above, he knew he was close. It was then, as he emerged from the jaws of the plastic slide, that he saw it.

McGriddle: $2.69

"oh now i've done it, I'm late for work. =_=" the mayor lamented.

I’ve Got Time ( Read more... )

Genesis
Sun rises, world halts
As the McGriddles emerge
Time to eat breakfast

The World to Come
Burn the lunch eater
Post-apocalyptic cult
Worships McGriddles

Grant was furious as he stepped out of his black Cadillac El Dorado into the waning sunlight. The past week had been the most unsatisfying of his professional career. Man was said to be the greatest prey, the most thrilling animal to hunt. After years spent rising to the peak of his craft, Grant looked forward to the experience of tracking this ( Read more... )

What can I say of the McGriddle?
It's popularity is no riddle...
It beats out french toast,
the favorite of most,
And it shall never play second fiddle.

I see you there, always. Even, no especially when you’re absent.

Absent, because it’s not just that you’re not there, no, it’s more. There’s a presence in the longing I feel ( Read more... )