Is that a fry in your napkin or are you just happy to see me?

Me & Fryend in happier times...

(In case you were wondering...yes, i am wearing a Lacoste for Her sweater.)

How we met...I ordered a cheeseburger, medium, with cheddar cheese and a side of jalepeno peppers. He came into my life alongside my half-priced burger.

When this fry caught my eye, it was not to be love at first bite, as with most fries. For i saw in this fry a genuine love for life (even though he was already dead). A fry is like a potato ghost, if you will. My first thought when i saw this special fry was, "Man. I would like to meet the potato that made THIS fry." My friends kindly reminded me that the potato is probably dead now since this fry came from it. That was sad.

I rescued my new fryend from sure stomach scrumptiousness and escorted him gently, nestled in a napkin, back to my vacation home (his full-time home). I'm sure he was a little nervous, most likely never having been on a walkabout.

Even though my fryend was 8 inches long, i'm sure he suffered from his counterparts' fry envy and lived a solitary life of self-reflection and self-loathing. Not realizing he is what every fry aspires to become--friggin' HUGE!

I did my best to protect my fryend, but fellow co-workers wanted the big guy gone. He had a bounty on his head so he went into hiding where he fell to his death. He broke into three normal sized fries. Ironically, this happened last Fryday.

I will miss you you friggin' fry freak.