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When only a worm burger will do.
Now, I know this is likely not what you were expecting, but trust me…. it’s all part of the plan.
Oh yes.
We’re in a rare moment of actual, fully thought-out and planned plotiness!
And it’s not going where you think it is…. but that’s mostly because even in the midst of plotiness, I’m likely to get distracted by another idea.
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(And yes, we’re actually fulfilling our Federally mandated quota of “inessiness” today.)
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Worm burgers? EEEWWWWWWWWWW!!! I won’t eat that. Also, didn’t see this comin’. Yay!
No one ever sees Worm Burgers coming!
Yuck. Yuck, yuck, yuck. I already disliked burgers, but worm burgers is taking it to a whole new level of EEWWW!
Really?! You have a real plot for us?! That’s so sweet, Dale! Let’s see what you can come up with, then!
It’s in the secret blend of herbs and spices.
And yes…. just for you.
Though in fairness, I think the last time I did this, someone died. Actually the last two times I added real plotiness, death came acallin’.
You can thank my kids for Captain McSquiddy’s Worm Burger Emporium. On occasions when we would need to (or want to) eat out, there might be times when either we didn’t know what we were gonna have, or it was a surprise for someone, so when the kids would ask, “Where are we going to eat?” eventually “Wait and see.” no longer cut it. So, to try and kill the request, whenever I was asked this, I would reply, “Captain McSquiddy’s Worm Burger Emporium!”
This, as you can imagine, got an “EEEEWWWWWW!” response and the question wasn’t asked again.
WIN!
For a while.
But since I have boys…. who all have an excessive capacity from grossness, eventually the “EEEEWWWWWW!” turned into “COOOOOL!”
And now my wife is mad at me…. and were both fearing the day when they say, “Mom! Dad! We made burgers for dinner!”