After the burger-falling apart tragedy and breaking the lettuce and mayo rules, I was finally getting into my BK mojo.
Alright, onions you ready to feel like an Olympian today? Perfect “Olympian sign” formation. Done.
Ketchup, three swirls. Thank you very much. Done.
Pickles, four pickles. They can’t touch. Welp, thanks a lot you vinegar-drenched villains for sticking together and upping my time even more. Five pickles, one just couldn’t detach from its bestie, apparently. Thanks, pal.
Now, it’s wrapping time. And no I didn’t drop in some Notorious B.I.G., I did gift wrapping in 4-H (laugh it up, everyone. It’s true). And you don’t get grand champion in gift wrapping, for not being able to fold paper. Well, apparently those skills seized when I turned 10 because the clock was ticking while I turned the BK wrapper into a disaster.
Alright, what’s my time? One minute. 15 seconds. Yea, that’s a champion right there. Just a whopping (no pun intended) 61 seconds less than Ms. Lear. That’s why she’s going to Miami to rock the Whopper completion and I’m writing about it.
– Lindsay Eckert
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