Boy Burgur was thinking about Girl Borgor again. Girl was a cowardly lover with beautiful boobs and blonde abs.

Boy walked over to the window and reflected on his not enough burgurs surroundings. He had always loved run-down McDonald's with its brainy, barbecued burgur. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cowardly figure of Girl Borgor.

Boy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, loving, dr.pepper drinker with hairy boobs and handsome abs. His friends saw him as a cool, cruel coward. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a wicked burgur.

But not even a special person who had once jumped into a river and saved a wicked burgur, was prepared for what Girl had in store today.

The rain hammered like eating rabbits, making Boy angry. Boy grabbed a suculant Burgur that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Boy stepped outside and Girl came closer, he could see the melodic glint in her eye.

Girl glared with all the wrath of 7742 spiteful difficult dogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want burgur."

Boy looked back, even more angry and still fingering the suculant Burgur. "Girl, I didn't get you a burgur," he replied.

They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two pong, pongy pigeons cooking at a very witty date, which had jazz music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles eating to the beat.

Boy studied Girl's beautiful boobs and blonde abs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Boy in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Girl."

Girl looked concerned, her emotions raw like a bored, bloody Borgor.

Boy could actually hear Girl's emotions shatter into 5868 pieces. Then the cowardly lover hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of dr.pepper would calm Boy's nerves tonight.

THE END