triple o..

February 12th, 2011

after many phone talks with my womb mate about her sneaking off to enjoy a white spot burger.. sorry tiff.. when I arrived to the Canadas.. I hadto have one.. my mom was at work for two hours.. so we packed up our eye patches.. and headed to white spot for olives first pirate pack.. 

does anyone else remember lovin these as a child!!  the way her eyes lit up when she realized the gold coin was actually chocolate was priceless..  I barely had time to notice though as I was shoving my bc burger into my face smothered in triple o sauce.. the man looking at me through the glass partition probably thought the same thing.. I tried to keep some grace as tomato pieces and red relish ran down my face.. but my need for beef was stronger than worrying about what that man thought.. and of course.. I was only given one napkin :0