I’m sorry Hardee’s, but ‘Biscuit Hole’ sounds like a derogatory term for someone you hate. If it’s not yet part of common parlance, I’ll be doing my damnedest to add it to the lexicon, starting with the Biscuit Hole who decided he didn’t want to be inconvenienced by pulling aaaall the way into the parking space of my building’s garage.  My car is currently blocked in by the back half of Chrysler Town & Country Minivan with an “I’d Rather Be at a Josh Groban Concert” bumper sticker.

THAT is a Biscuit Hole and I’d prefer not to have another five of them.

While part of me is admittedly curious about the Biscuit Holes (the food), another part of me—including the colon part—remembers the all-day trauma that followed our last stop at the Hardee’s drive thru.  Their signature $6 burger is actually more of a $13 burger after you factor in the cost of the Immodium.