Oh my gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddddd…. make it stop.
We don’t have White Castle in the south…. and Hank* (name changed to protect the guilty) and I had a craving for White Castle when we discovered/remembered that they’re located in Ohio, where we’re currently working.
So today, we made the trek to the local White Castle and picked up the 50 count special… we walk out with a crate of those little pieces of dream on a bun. Yummmmmmmmmmmmmm…..
Only, since it’s been years since I’ve eaten at White Castle… I forgot why they called them “Slyders”….. because they “slyde” right down through your intestines and out yer ass…. Oh yeah, don’t forget the explosive, smelly gas too….
Wow… remind me not to eat at White Castle again…. the bathroom will thank you.
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