Ladies and gentlemen, this morning i have looked RIDICULOUS straight in the eyes and asked him, "What in the world?!"
I have been informed that Burger King is retiring The King, the heart and soul of their unsanitary business. Now I for one am not a fan of Burger King, actually. This statement goes way back to when at age seven i was absolutely traumatized for life by a video on youtube of an employee bathing in the sink with the dishes used to prepare their food. I learned that day there are some really, REALLY sick people out there.
Yet still I'm horrified they're actually willing to do this. I mean, what are they going to call themselves? Burger? Are they getting rid of The King or just the mascot thing all together? So many questions!!
According to yahoo news, and i quote-
"The move is an effort by the struggling fast food chain to boost slumping sales by focusing its mark on the freshness of its food rather than the funny factor of its ads. Its rolling out a new campaign on Saturday sans The King to tout its fresh and new products like it's California Whopper, which has guacamole."
So, basically all there saying is they're kicking out The King only to bring in more healthier options. What is our country coming too? America is known for it's fattening fast food companies and the creepy mascots that support them! Don't get me wrong- I'm a teenage girl, I'd much rather have an Asian salad at Mcdonalds than one of their calorie-crammed angus beef burgers! Healthy is ok, but if they destroy everything grease loaded on their menus then its not fast food anymore and BAM there goes America!
"We won't be seeing The King for a while now," says Burger King spokesperson BJ Monzon.
All I have left to say is Ronald Mcdonald- you're next.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
possible introduction\lead
Fear turned my shaking hands cold, while a chilly wave of excitement raised the goose bumps on my arms and legs. A fine layer of sweat glistened on my forehead- next to me I could see it dripping from the sides of Myrna’s face. Repeatedly my stomach would flip, giving the nervous butterflies in my stomach more commotion. No matter how many deep breaths I tried to take, I couldn’t shake the almost sickening thrill roaring in my head. I felt as if the four of us were trapped at the top of hell’s rollercoaster, forced to sit, looking down, and wait, with nothing to hold onto but each other.
For a moment, all we could hear was the lulling melody of the night; a couple of crickets chirping in the grass below our feet with the wind whistling through the wide cracks scratched into the sidewalk only a couple feet away. Then, like a shrill fire alarm in the middle of an unsuspecting math class we heard the cackle of Jason’s walkie-talkie.
“Oh my Go-”
“Shhhhhh!” Cam hissed, gently hitting Myrna on the shoulder.
“H-hello?” Jason stuttered uncertainly. We surrounded him eagerly, dead silent. With every millisecond we waited for an answer, the adrenaline rushing in our veins grew heavier, our hands shook even harder and night grew even colder.
“Jason?”
“Kim!” Jason exclaimed only a little too loudly. Everyone let out an exhausted sigh of relief, yet we still kept our awareness sharp.
“Oh my God, guys, I’m almost done in here- I just wanted to check and make sure everyone was still good.”
“We’re ok,” Myrna answered. “Just hurry up and get out of there, we’re all getting seriously freaked out!”
“Yeah,” Cam added. “Tomorrow’s school, and we’ve got band in the morning.”
“Uh-huh,” Kim said, probably rolling her eyes. “See ya, guys.”
And with that, the cackling on the other end of Jason’s walkie-talkie stopped and we were left in silence again. Simultaneously we all turned our heads to the town hall building only a couple of yards from where we stood, eyes burning into the exit. “Do you think she’ll come out of the front or the back way,” I started to question, but as always I was too quiet to be heard. Nodding to myself, I resumed the same position as everyone else and awaited Kim’s return.
“She’s not gonna make it,” Cam began. He was panting as if he were some dehydrated dog, worry gleaming in his large hazel eyes,. “We’re gonna get caught, we’re gonna get caught, we are so gonna get caught…”
“Get a hold of yourself man,” Myrna commanded in a harsh tone. “That’s not how we roll!” I couldn’t help it- they were being so ridiculous I just had to let out a chuckle, in the least. Jason joined me, and soon enough we were all laughing hysterically, only to hide the worried screams echoing loudly in our heads.
“Thank God,” I said as Kim sprinted from the front entrance of the town hall. “Kim!” I ran to meet her half way, arms extended with everyone else trailing behind me. Kim held up the files, grinning like a maniac. Up close I observed it to be a large manilla portfolio with thick stacks of stapled paperwork sandwiched in between. It was labeled on the front with a bright red stamp reading Chippeawa Falls Town hall. It appeared to be official; confidential.
High fives were exchanged, and hugs too, but all the noise was cut off abruptly with the loud honk of a car horn. We all froze in place, mouths clamped shut to choke back frightened shrieks of terror.
“Let’s go, guys, gas ain’t cheap!” With another honk of Trist’s car horn we all hurriedly crowded into the old and rusting 1970s Chevrolet pickup truck. No words were exchanged as he sped us off and away down the empty streets of down town Chippewa, street lights blurring past us with loose gravel flying beneath us.
For a moment, all we could hear was the lulling melody of the night; a couple of crickets chirping in the grass below our feet with the wind whistling through the wide cracks scratched into the sidewalk only a couple feet away. Then, like a shrill fire alarm in the middle of an unsuspecting math class we heard the cackle of Jason’s walkie-talkie.
“Oh my Go-”
“Shhhhhh!” Cam hissed, gently hitting Myrna on the shoulder.
“H-hello?” Jason stuttered uncertainly. We surrounded him eagerly, dead silent. With every millisecond we waited for an answer, the adrenaline rushing in our veins grew heavier, our hands shook even harder and night grew even colder.
“Jason?”
“Kim!” Jason exclaimed only a little too loudly. Everyone let out an exhausted sigh of relief, yet we still kept our awareness sharp.
“Oh my God, guys, I’m almost done in here- I just wanted to check and make sure everyone was still good.”
“We’re ok,” Myrna answered. “Just hurry up and get out of there, we’re all getting seriously freaked out!”
“Yeah,” Cam added. “Tomorrow’s school, and we’ve got band in the morning.”
“Uh-huh,” Kim said, probably rolling her eyes. “See ya, guys.”
And with that, the cackling on the other end of Jason’s walkie-talkie stopped and we were left in silence again. Simultaneously we all turned our heads to the town hall building only a couple of yards from where we stood, eyes burning into the exit. “Do you think she’ll come out of the front or the back way,” I started to question, but as always I was too quiet to be heard. Nodding to myself, I resumed the same position as everyone else and awaited Kim’s return.
“She’s not gonna make it,” Cam began. He was panting as if he were some dehydrated dog, worry gleaming in his large hazel eyes,. “We’re gonna get caught, we’re gonna get caught, we are so gonna get caught…”
“Get a hold of yourself man,” Myrna commanded in a harsh tone. “That’s not how we roll!” I couldn’t help it- they were being so ridiculous I just had to let out a chuckle, in the least. Jason joined me, and soon enough we were all laughing hysterically, only to hide the worried screams echoing loudly in our heads.
“Thank God,” I said as Kim sprinted from the front entrance of the town hall. “Kim!” I ran to meet her half way, arms extended with everyone else trailing behind me. Kim held up the files, grinning like a maniac. Up close I observed it to be a large manilla portfolio with thick stacks of stapled paperwork sandwiched in between. It was labeled on the front with a bright red stamp reading Chippeawa Falls Town hall. It appeared to be official; confidential.
High fives were exchanged, and hugs too, but all the noise was cut off abruptly with the loud honk of a car horn. We all froze in place, mouths clamped shut to choke back frightened shrieks of terror.
“Let’s go, guys, gas ain’t cheap!” With another honk of Trist’s car horn we all hurriedly crowded into the old and rusting 1970s Chevrolet pickup truck. No words were exchanged as he sped us off and away down the empty streets of down town Chippewa, street lights blurring past us with loose gravel flying beneath us.
Friday, August 26, 2011
list numero uno- some awesome things (or atleast in my opinion)
1.) swirly straws
2.)hardcore- rockout guitar solos (jimi hendrix, I salute you!)
3.) jelly beans- When earth blows up into millions of itty-bitty smithereens and our only chance of survival leads us to be crammed into an even itty-bittier rocket ship, we'll use jelly beans instead of real food because they take up less space and contain less calories.
4.)fortune cookies!
5.) hughmongous earrings- i'll take almost everything, from miniature dice to the lifesize thing, from jingle bells to hoops, feathers to diamonds, and so on.
6.)salted peanuts- you know, the ones you find at baseball games and fairs and stuff. How they get the salt inside the shell is what i find MINDBOGGLING.
7.) artsy guitar picks
8.)watching stuff blow up in the microwave! (try salsa, grapes, or peeps. Very entertaining.)
9.) Photoshop! gluing your sister's head to your dog's body never gets old, trust me on this one ;)
10.)those candles you put on birthday cakes that no matter how many times you blow they keep lighting back up- that is my honest-to-goodness definition of persistence.
2.)hardcore- rockout guitar solos (jimi hendrix, I salute you!)
3.) jelly beans- When earth blows up into millions of itty-bitty smithereens and our only chance of survival leads us to be crammed into an even itty-bittier rocket ship, we'll use jelly beans instead of real food because they take up less space and contain less calories.
4.)fortune cookies!
5.) hughmongous earrings- i'll take almost everything, from miniature dice to the lifesize thing, from jingle bells to hoops, feathers to diamonds, and so on.
6.)salted peanuts- you know, the ones you find at baseball games and fairs and stuff. How they get the salt inside the shell is what i find MINDBOGGLING.
7.) artsy guitar picks
8.)watching stuff blow up in the microwave! (try salsa, grapes, or peeps. Very entertaining.)
9.) Photoshop! gluing your sister's head to your dog's body never gets old, trust me on this one ;)
10.)those candles you put on birthday cakes that no matter how many times you blow they keep lighting back up- that is my honest-to-goodness definition of persistence.
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