Whopper

I. Introduction to Burger King Burger King (BK) is an American worldwide chain of hamburger fast food restaurant. Headquartered in the unincorporated region of Miami-Dade County, Florida, the organization was established in 1953 as InstaBurger King, a Jacksonville, Florida-based eatery network. After Insta-Burger King kept running into budgetary problems in 1954, its two Miami-based franchisees David Edgerton and James McLamore acquired the organization and renamed it "Burger King".…

This year, 2016, can be marked as a year when Burger King in Russia jumps on every single opportunity to be in media, without thinking what content it produces and what consequences it can face after. Facing the fact of Russian persistence and duality, we can assume it can be the reason Russian People like Donald Trump. What can be viewed as unethical and offensive in his behaviour by Americans, viewed as a strength of personality by Russians. When he was elected as the next President of the…

An excerpt from Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King 13 The waiter returns to ask if there will be anything else. Hodges starts to say no, then orders another cup of coffee. He just wants to sit here awhile, savoring double happiness: it wasn’t Mr. Mercedes and it was Donnie Davis, the sanctimonious cocksucker who killed his wife and then had his lawyer set up a reward fund for information leading to her whereabouts. Because, oh Jesus, he loved her so much and all he wanted was for her to come home so…

So no, James isn’t all that brokenhearted after his divorce, though he does miss the days when they were deliriously in love. There was an actual reason he had gotten down on one knee on that frozen lake and spent three years of savings on the whopper of a diamond that Katherine now slides off her finger, with her plain gold band, and drops into his palm. James is bothered by the fact that Julius has since turned into an unsociable bastard (more so than previously) and that when James sounds…

The glistening sun beamed through the side window’s paper blinds at exactly 5:15 in the morning. The sheets were draped over my bed side because of my restless sleeping and I was missing my left sock. My mouth tasted of the Whopper I devoured the night before and my lips smacking together brought back the overpowering combination of mustard, mayonnaise, and ketchup back onto my taste buds. The wooden mirror propped up on the wall across from my bed showed a crusty middle aged man with…