먼치킨 Novels & Stories

Demian and Samuel were holding things in their hands to eat. Mac grumbling: Has your wandering yielded anything useful? What is this in your hand ? Demian, taking a handful with his hand and putting it in his mouth, chewing it: popcorn Mac turns to Samuel: And you don't have this in your hand Samuel taking a big bite: the meat circle sandwich they call it a burger here Mac loudly and resentfully alerted: and damn you two thinking how to stuff your stomachs and you didn't think about your brother who hasn't eaten anything since yesterday damn you from his brother I'm starving

The "miracle" Lilia had been praying for arrived in the form of a giant, inflatable hot dog. Lilia was currently sweating inside the polyester casing of "Frankie the Frankfurter," the mascot for a struggling local diner. She was working three jobs to save her grandmother’s restaurant , and today’s gig involved waving a plastic mustard bottle at cars in a rain-slicked parking lot.

The two times that I had gone to the bar in the company of several colleagues, he had been there, of course talking and laughing with Eva and going to her office on business and both times, I had left after 10 minutes, and since then I hadn’t gone to that place anymore. Of course, it wasn't just in there, no, of course not. Last week I went out to eat with several women from the company at a popular Japanese restaurant two blocks from Be productive, when I turned my gaze to a corner and met with amused feminine eyes, while her companion smiled at her really comfortable. Yes. I’m talking about Mark and Jessica. Jessica the bitch. The only thing missing was her tail and her barking. The nigiri

Mia glanced through the menu. “I will go with a mild, less sugary dessert.” she said. “And you, Miss. Amber?” Kate asked after writing down their orders on her tabloid. “Fried chips and coffee.” I said and she left. “Seriously? Is that what you want to eat?” Isabella raised a brow. “Well, it’s not her fault. Early days in Chase bank have made her forget better meals.” Mia smirked, muttering the words as though she was a pope, I smirked.

I hit him so many times, harder than he hit me, and I’m a better driver. We decided to take a break first and ate a corn dog. It was his first time trying the one wrapped with diced potatoes and with the inside beinghalf sausage, half mozzarella, since he usually just gets the classic one. He wanted to stick with the classic at first because he didn’t think he’d like the combination as much as he does now.

Yandel asked. "MacDonald's!!!!!!!" Ace suddenly found the strength for an ear troubling scream. Simply the thought of going to MacDonald's gave him enough strength,he could imagine all the salty fries, double cheese hamburger, drumsticks and chilled coke, just the thought of it made his stomach grumble audibly enough for Rachel and Yandel to hear, causing them to laugh out loud. "MacDonald's it is," Yandel said with a smile. "I can get used to this," Yandel thought.