ME HARDEES

236 Me Hardee’s - Monday, August 24, 2009

Since days of yore, men of age have parleyed to exchange deeds of valor and feats of daring, be they squires or sires, serfs or masters. Conquests bold and of determined spirit were all laid bare among the banquet tables of the town meeting hall. Rescues of fair damsels, whether from angry beasts or evil lords, were all boasted before peers for comment and acclaim. Arising at dawn, it fell my lot this fair day to guide chariot and steed to local village lodge, passing the humble abode of my father-figure to carry him to the confab of talking heads – thereupon arrival we did approach the maiden of the chalet to give us brews that might aid in communal discourse of social gathering – alas, no, me hardies, no ale hath passed these lips save for the produce of the wee Columbian bean of java, robust and hearty. Jesting and foolery done in, solemn matters of propitious eminence did flavor the consort of souls this day and substance of state was discussed until, all topics exhausted, until, final resolution of all worldly ills subverted, time drew nigh of return to the castle keep for reunion with damsels fair. Aye, me hardies, this lodge of subject hath been haven to men of seniority for multitude of season and yet remains the most suitable for address of issues and matters of the realm - Yea, me hardies, ‘tis me Hardee’s.

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