the sauce is money

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it was like i saw ten million fireflies, i could not believe my eyes, my world lit up when i was just about to fall asleep. parked outside this pop up burger place i see a red 1967 chevy camaro SS convertible and i forget why i am here. the redness made me feel as drenched as the broken open ketchup packets on the bottom of my purse. 

without a blink of a eye i walk right into the doors of the restaurant. bells greeted me in and then a crew of cameras looked me up and down. and in this very moment  is where i met guy.

 his shoes danced across the floor as he went to each burger station in back as the chef showed him each step, his legs were as thick as the poultry he serves on thanksgiving day after watching bobby flays thanksgiving special, black shorts that barley touched the sides of his legs, his famous sexy smoldering flaming bowling  shirt flowed off him like how butter comes off a knife, his white under shirt looks like it has never seen the wash, oh and that goatee he wears like a one piece swimsuit, and how could you forget his frosted tips that stick up just so perfectly.

 he makes me wonder if the carpet matches the drapes...

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