While enjoying "the flame-broiled taste of a Whopper" (a quote Burger King is determined to run until the wheels fall off and the car explodes) a couple days ago, things became clear yet again: The Whopper is the throne-sitting, fabulous, cape-endowed King of Burgers, and that's the honest truth. The competition (that's you, McDonalds) can do little about it either other than write off the years of losses and keep searching. Hey, at least it creates jobs!
I sympathize with this. What a horrible thing to be mistaken for.
Something about the way the ingredients just come together - yes, the infamous flame-broiled patty, the mayonnaise and the ketchup, the lettuce and tomatoes, the couple of onion slices in the center of the action - is so heavenly, God himself may eat one a regular basis. The Whopper is that good, yet mere mortals can put it their mouths, hold it with two hands, and get it on-demand, made with the love and attention it deserves (most of the time).
I sympathize with this. What a horrible thing to be mistaken for.When was the last time the Earth saw a perfect thing? I know what may have come to mind. This ad begs to differ...
