Where's The King?

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PETA and me

There's nothing like the smell of flame broiled meat in the morning. It smells like.....flame-broiled meat.

I woke up this morning and got myself a cup of Joe and a Croissanwich, all set out to do my daily deliveries of breakfast and lunch. However, I was sidetracked by some PETA protesters, who apparently don't care for burgers....at all. They also had issues with my jacket, which I swear has a faux fur collar. But they didn't listen. They surrounded me and called me a "Cow Killer." It's not like I am the one doing the killing. Geez. Eventually, they were lured away by the nearby KFC. Apparently, they hate the Colonel even more than they hate me.

Oh well. You can't win em all.

I did post some new pictures. Enjoy

Giving granny a Whopper 

Delivering burgers at the speed of sound

Here I come to cure your hunger

I am such a hottie

Just look at me! I am burger-licious!

Grrrrrrr

Hot damn, I am a fine looking man!

Man of Beef

I can stop a speeding milkshake...stronger than a pound of beef...able to leap 3 Whopper meals in a single bound.

Hungry anyone?

Want fries with that?

Well.....?

Really...what DO they call a Whopper in Paris?

I'm king of the world!

It's good to be king

New pictures

Enjoy!

What's cookin' ?

Checking out the heat lamp situation in an old-time burger joint

Raise your hands in the air ...

like you just don't care

Bubbles!

Party!

We are the champions

Hanging out with The Heat

Who's afraid of a little Freddy? Not me!

Next, I am gonna take on Jason - that wimp won't stand a chance against me.

Just checkin'

Hey, are you hungry?

Bad Boys

Spicy!

Ok, so maybe I AM a little scary

You Are Creepy

Serial killers would run away from you in a flash.

How Scary Are You?

And the bad days continue...

Well today a lady slapped me across the face and ran away as I was trying to give her a Whopper with cheese. Then, a man kicked me in the crotch when I walked up to him, milkshake in hand. Luckily, I was wearing my cup. I learned this lesson a long time ago, and I learned it the hard way: Always...ALWAYS wear a cup when going out to give away food to strangers. ALWAYS! Why are people so mean? And why do people scream when they see me in their windows? Why? I JUST WANT TO FEED PEOPLE!

Anyway, I posted some new pictures below. Enjoy.

 

Sweeeeeet! 

 

A case of mistaken invitation or cruel sabotage?

I am flame-broiling mad! I went to a party last night, thinking it was an S&M party, because that was what my invitation said...You are cordially invited to an S&M costume party. It said S&M. ... S and freaking M! I swear it did!

Well, when I got to the party, all decked out in my harness and looking handsome and sexy as ever, everyone there was, much to my horror, dressed as an M&M. I looked like a complete fool! But you have to admit, I do look hot...



I don't know who messed with my invitation. For all I know, it was one of my ungrateful kids or one of my strange neighbors. But I will find out. Oh, I will.

Where's The King?

find me!
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I am the spy that will feed you 

Do I make you hungry, baby?

Groovy baby...yeah

And the bad luck just goes on

I am still reeling from the disappointment of my lackluster Father's Day. Sigh. But I will survive.

I found out today that several of my neighbors have lodged complaints against me to the homeowner's association, and I got a nasty letter saying that I must wear a swimming cap when I use the pool, cuz of the hair that is clogging up the drains, and that I must not leave burgers in the pool area, as it is attracting mice, which are, in turn, drowning in the pool and grossing everyone out. I just can't win these days.

I posted some pics below, including the one I took recently with Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. Yeah. Like they were fighting over that Stavros dude. Surrrrre. They were fighting over me! Look at them. They totally love me. Stavros who?!

I got it going on  

such a big pimp 

Burger bling-bling