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McSatan's Beastro I once hitchhiked from Dover, New Hampshire to Washington, DC. The driver who was kind enough to pick me up offered me his extra burger, because he was full already after eating one. If you're wondering why I'm telling you all this, be patient. So I ate the burger -- what else could I do? -- and let me tell you, it was the most disgusting burger I ever did have. And I'm not exaggerating, either. Well, that was years ago, and by some nasty coincidence of fate, when I ordered my sandwich from McSatan's Beastro yesterday, I noticed that the gentleman serving me this fine culinary creation struck an uncanny resemblence to that very same truck driver, and it brought me right back to that moment in time, the gristle in my mouth and everything. But boy, was I in for a surprise. My mind was saying, "Don't eat that shit, man, don't you remember what happened last time?" But being a sucker for meat--or a sucker of meat, to be exact--I bit anyway, and it was really quite delicious. In fact I never would have expected such a good burger here at Black Rock, even if the burger-flipper at Mickey S's hadn't reminded me of Dirk. That was the truck driver's name, by the way. |
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