
It’s like this, when we were kids we didn’t want the bun. Ever watch a two year old eat a hamburger? That bun is going on the floor unless you threaten some form of uncomfortability in their selfish pleasure-seeking little lives. Because they know, meat stacked on top of meat is a glorious spectacle to behold. And this is the moment, this is the moment that I realize my wheat hating intestines are not a curse, but a blessing. Cause, guess what Mom, I don’t have to eat that bun anymore. And you know what else, I’m gonna play with the toy while I eat. That’s right and maybe even pee in the ball pit. Ok, not going that far. Eww, actually I think now I’ll never go near a ball pit again. But my point is…well, I don’t know what my original point was anymore. I mainly just wanted to shout from the rooftops, “I love bunless hamburgers wrapped in bacon.”
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