Don, Tony and G*Star go to Burger King (Part 1)

..but since we're in Australia, we should be politically correct, and use its rightful name 'Hungry Jacks'.

It all happened on that fateful Wednesday evening, around half past the 11th hour. The weather was cold, work was boring, the night air illuminated a slight whimsical sense of adventure, and one man had a craving...a craving for a nice, warm, juicy hamburger, not just any big mac, or quarter pounder, no, that wouldn't do his stomach justice. He needed a burger that could entice man into achieving the unachievable, a burger that could seduce even the strongest man into succumbing to its ever temptating call...a burger that elopes a fine mixture of meat, lettuce, meat, mayo, cheese, tomato, meat, pickle and more meat....maybe "A double whopper w/cheese, w/mayo with a large coke and large fries", or perhaps even better yet "A double bacon burger with a....mmmmm

But where, in that ungodly hour, could he find his treasure? The doors would undoubtedly be closed in every fast food restaurant, and even if they were not, by the time he arrived, the gates would be closed, never to be opened again...until 7am the next morning. He quickly called Tony "The tiger", who like everyone else had work the next morning, and was far from happy as his ring tone (Nelly's 'Na-Na-Na' song) rudely interrupted his undoubtedly steamy dream with Jessica Alba ("Usted es tan grande! Déle yo el papá" she would say). But all was forgiven when the words 'burger king' came to play; truly, a burger cannot come between a man and Jessica Alba? (wouldn't work for me personally though), but unbelievable as it may seem, The tiger shot straight out of bed, and directed me to a 24 Hr Hungry Jacks in the vicinity of Mount Druitt, but the exact location was beyond his knowledge. It would be a max 2 hr drive, but all the way to the West-side...was it really worth it?? Should I just eat a piece of cheese from the fridge, and leave it as that? No, I would not allow myself to do that..I COULD not, that would be cheating my self....and besides, what July night is complete, without a rash, mindless roadtrip to absolutely no-where.

Anyway, Tony was in, and now with one person in on the game, it was time to build a fleet. A fleet of at least 20 great men and women, who would go with him on this night of uncertainty, adventure and possibly danger....with the only driving force being the satisfaction of having a warm, mouth-watering, irressitible,latina, jessica alba...damn my minds wandering...double bacon burger in their mouths. He knew it would work !, the motivation was just too great to ignore, he called people far and wide...and after a long search (5 mins), one more person heeded his call, good ol reliable G*Star ! Undoubtedly, this twinkie asian wannabe gangster would be an asset to the expedition, not only is he connected to the west-side G's, but he can also translate 'gangland' and 'west-side' lingo ("Youse" is both a noun and a plural, amazing!). With G*Star signing up, His fleet was ready, 20 great men and women, turned out to become a fledging army of 3 people....is that not asian enthusiasm !!

The seed had been planted, and their estimated time of arrival at his place, was in 10 mins. The time, was 1:10am on that fateful Thursday Morning........