Yesterday I found a token for a reduced price Whopper meal on my desk. The burger looked succulent, the tomatos clamorously ripe, the fries begging for my teeth. The abundance of the meal was set off by an icy soft drink, seeming to melt the voucher with its iciness.
Thirty minutes later I sat on a plastic chair listening to Kylie with something approaching grease dripping down my chin, salt-encrusted fingers attempting to hold together a crumbling, soggy burger. Nevertheless I ate it all and walked up the stairs with death grumbling in my stomach.
I write this only as a warning to anyone who's eyes have hijacked their sense of reason as mine did. The same thing had happened 6 months before, and I grow confident that a bi-annual cycle of forgetfulness occurs in the human subject (mainly male) which can only be overcome manually, through reading warnings such as this.
#15 March 2006
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have you not seen super size me?! you would never forget after that.
Posted by: sir | 7:07pm 15 March 2006
Mmmm burgers.
Posted by: | 10:04am 17 March 2006
i think the real problem here is eating to Kylie. You haven t described the environs either, i think the fluorescent bulbs in those places make you nauseous, regardless of the food;
btw, what kind of price reduction on a whopper meal incites someone to eat shit?
hope you well Al, i know a good colon cleanser called SunPride Prune Juice; Drink a liter in under half an hour, just make sure you havent got plans for the rest of the evening;;;
;)
Posted by: ken | 9:56am 18 March 2006
Great writing Al, like all comedy it centres around discomfort.
Posted by: | 3:13pm 19 March 2006