It's raining delicious beer-battered, deep-fried gardenburgers.The story goes like this:
A while back, a fit and handsome fellow named Stewart was dining with a large group of friends who challenged him to eat a second Wilky's Comet. (At the time, we were using the larger, football shaped 'steak size' gardenburger patties...I don't think you can get them anymore since Kraft bought the company. These things were MEGA.) Bets were placed, contingencies were negotiated, and Stewart successfully downed every last bit. By the time he was done chewing, the crowd had grown and the energy in the air was palpable, so I yelled across the bar that the third one was on the house. More bets were placed*, and after some time, Stewart polished off his third Comet, albeit without any accompanying salad or fries. I put him in our next advertisement because the man deserves mad props.
Now we formally introduce the Wilky's Comet Challenge, detailed above. We already have our first winner (Lizzy Labradoodle: she is the one to beat) who will be immortalized with her photo in the display I am going to construct next to the coat rack.
*and no, we do not condone gambling, silly.
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