Enough juicyness to turn you mouth

into a waterfall. The crunchy bacon sizzles

and the steam rises up from point A to point

B. Melty cheese runs down the side of the

tender cooked beef. Built into the shape of

perfection from its crispy bacon, runny barbeque

sauce, and gooey cheese.

Staring eye to bun for a good minute

wondering if I should devour it all or

continue to gaze at its glory? The barbeque

sauce is now making its way down the rim

and ever so slowly it stains the plate. The flaky

onion rings insult me when I can no longer

take it. I grab the burger and try to tame

it from resisting.

It howls, screams, and fights its way out

of my grip. The beast goes flying in the

moist warm air. As soon as it reaches

my plate again I get a cold hard grip

on it like never before and shovel it

into my mouth. I feel all of the

ingrediants coarsing down my throat.

Satisfaction is finally mine.