Tempting

...and he brought his friend, Really Shitty Spelling.

Seriously, though, last weekend, I ate a meal at BK. And I was waited on by one of the hottest ninteen year old chicks on Boston's south shore. All big, full lips and hips and, in what I'm sure was a gross violation of BK dress code, a hint of thong peering out from her company-approved polyester slacks. Enraptured, I wasn't quite sure what I ordered. But I got something in a little paper sack, then retreated to my car, where I sat to eat, unsocial bastard that I am. While seated in the parking lot, I saw the aforementioned hottie come outside and put up the message on the BK marquee pictured above.

And the fact that she couldn't spell? Didn't bother me at all.

Dude, that's the power of pretty.