Dear Wendy,

Where the hell do you get off?! $7 for a shit-burger. For shame. I'll have you know I can get an even shittier burger from BK for $2 less. And I did. So there.

Hate,
Me

So my friend and I went on a trip while on a trip to the mall. The crass consumerism just kind of hits you in the face when your senses are on high alert like that. The smells, sounds, colors.... yuck. just yuck.

We sat in the food court over Manchu wok pretty much just passing judgment on everyone and everything. Then we laughed so hard we cried when mall staff tried to make an announcement but it was drowned out by the very same sensory overload they strived to create. And by that I mean do we really need 10 plasma screen tvs in the food court? Since when did we need a tv around every corner to distract us from our own though process?

In the meantime, I'll bet that announcement was pretty important. Oh wells.

From there we decided that the mall needed a coffin store and realized that CVS could double as an advent calendar.

Then..... Mischievous Cheeseburger Fun Quest. Yes, it was as awesome as it sounds. That was when we realized that wendy's doesn't actually place any real value on their other menu items and BK kicks all y’alls asses up and down the street. Especially when you're trying to get your boyfriend the best cheeseburger possible for $5. Enter the Quadruple stacker. You can't even say it without giggling and that's what makes it great.

So we emerged victorious from our quest with cheeseburger in tow, reminisced about MC Kids The Terrible Nintendo Game (not the official title, but it should be), and watched Wall-E.

In summary: Humanity is doomed, but at least I have a cupcake in a cup.