-- UPDATE --Isn't it wonderful to have a lot of friends who care about you?
Putting someone else's writing on my blog is just another excuse for a test to reader's awareness. I know it has "double edges" to my personal image. But the point is well taken. No matter how you modify the writings, it still called cheating.
My BIG apologize to Tucker Grubb for putting his "modified" article to my blog. It has no purpose of anything beside above explanation. Personal apologetic letter has also been sent to his e-mail address mentioning what I've done here.
My BIG thanks for my two best friends. I'm sorry if I ever disappoint you, guys.
Quoted from comments:
Donna: "..lu itu ga pernah sekali-kalinya nulis proper credits and all. emang sih lu nggak pernah bilang specifically bahwa semua blog elu itu tulisan elu semua. tapi tetep aja.."
Isman: "..Next time you want to quote someone else's writing, give proper credits, please.."
Here's the original article.
Here's my modification:
Hamburgers, hamburgers, hamburgers. Now doesn't that sound deliciously normal? Much better than crappy coffee or dogs or penis enlargement. Penis enlargement? Sorry, but I've just been reading that rather disgusting spam's subject in one of my e-mail inbox.
Really, it's totally unnecessary and you have to wonder how such spam got into my inbox folder in the first place. And look at who sent it -someone called Nino- probably a communist. Maybe it's the beginning of a communist plot to make everyone the same size. Mmm... Probably not a bad idea -I'd come out a winner under that scenario. Err! Well, yes, I did open it - but only on behalf of science. Oh dear - quicksand.
Okay. Now look here, I know what you're thinking so let's get a few things straight - with the emphasis on straight. I'm quite happy with my lot, right. I don't have any friends and I'm not a communist. Now let's get back to hamburgers.
Hamburgers, for the beginner, can be a bit confusing. For starters they are not made from ham as the name suggests but from beef or beef derivatives. There is quite a battle going on in the States over the evolution of the hamburger - devolution some may say - which included who first minced the steak with onions, who was the first to use buns, who first put sesame seeds on the buns and who was the first to turn the hamburger into a bad taste multi-national neo-imperialist vanguard. Okay, we know the answer to the last one (hint: they serve hamburgers), but the others are still the cause for much discussion in quasi-culinary circles.
The most favored theory on the origins of the hamburger and one that most explains the name, is that all begun in Hamburg, Germany. Here it was just a pounded beef dish known as Hamburg Steak. This steak immigrates across the Atlantic where eventually someone put it between two slices of bread giving us the steak sandwich (the origins of which nobody seems to give a rodent's bottom for). Then the steak was minced, herbs and spices added - etc, etc, etc - until we reach the great variety of hamburgers we have today.
No discussion on the hamburger is complete without mentioning the creme de la creme of hamburgers - no, not the one with beetroot - but MacDonald's burgers. In terms of sales and absolute world domination, this is THE hamburger. So let's talk about the Big M. My first visit to MacDonald's was a traumatize experience. It took my mom to sweet-talked me who was crying like hell seeing the cheery red-haired chap sitting near the entrance door which I found scary at that time. I had several nightmares ever since.
After I've recovered, which is a couple months ago, I decided to face the fear. The first thing I noticed was a picture of a Big Mac. My word! What a humungous and scrumptious looking hamburger. I went straight to the counter and ordered one Big Mac and one no-I-don't-want-any-fries-with-that. When it arrived, it was obvious that they'd got my order mixed up.
"I'm sorry" I said, "I ordered a Big Mac. Not this Small Mac. Big as in HUGE Mac. A Big Mac."
The counter girl assured me that it WAS Big Mac, pointing to the writing on the wrapper and ask me if I'd like some fries with it. I declined again and took my undernourished burger and myself to a table near the window where I could watch the smog go by. I was sitting contemplating my unwrapped Mac when suddenly I had this enormous brainwave - or a strok - sometimes it's difficult to tell them apart.
"Why don't I take this burger to the enlargement people. If they can do complicated thingies like penises, surely a small meat patty would be no problem."
There. I knew there was a perfectly simple logical reason for me to double check this enlargement parlour advertisement.
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