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Burger King is my spirit animal
It all started with banter, burgers and booze.
But I suppose I should start at the beginning.
Growing up, I was pretty sure I was part wolf. I mean, everything about them was so cool, from the howl to the pack mentality and even how they waited until dark to hunt their prey.
Damn, wolves are cool.
But no. I was wrong about my spirit animal. I’m kind of a loner.
Not wolves.
I hit my teen years and realized I was more owl than the wolf. I mean, owls are wicked cool too. Ever seen them claws? And they’re smart as hell and love books.
I love books.
I must be part owl…right?
Well.
No.
Not quite.
The reason is, I joined the Army later on, and owls just weren’t gonna cut it. I mean, I’m learning how to be a soldier, carry an M-16, and all that Army stuff so what I really am is a lion.
Yeah.
A lion. Plus, I am a Leo, so it makes sense.
Grrrrrrr…..(that sounds more like a tiger than a lion, I know)
