R.I.P., Bennigan’s
July 29th, 2008
WARNING: If you look directly at the (inexplicably grecian) urn containing the ashes of Bennigan’s, the faint, desperate wails of Fleetwood Mac will flood into your ether like bong smoke. But instead of straight-up 1977 Stevie Nicks, it’ll sound like Stevie Nicks trying not to burp up a Southwest Egg Roll in 2008.
And if
You dont love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain
I guess the next Big Ben Chocolate Caramel Brownie Sundae I have will be at the ULTIMATE FOOD COURT IN HEAVEN!
July 31st, 2008 at 5:49 pm
blythe actually broke down in tears when she heard the news. the only thing that would console her was a trip to the cheesecake factory.
August 4th, 2008 at 5:21 pm
what?!!! where can i get my billy the kid burger? I mean;I know I’m not a kid, but no one else makes a cheeseburger on a pretzel roll like bennigan’s, i’m never going back to the midwest again.