I, like many of my fellow fat and lazy Americans, I enjoys me the fast food burgers! Mmmm Mmmm Good! But, I’m getting older, and I know this fatty food will eventually kill me. Heck, we all die, but I want to leave behind a good looking corpse for all the girls to cry over.
Anyway, I decided to give it up. Fast food burgers and that sweat elixir of the gods, Coca-a-Cola. (Actually, all soda in fact.) I went cold turkey. My last trip to a drive through window was on January 1st. Well, since that time things have been realativley easy. Until…
Well, for the last three weeks, I have had this urge, this need, this craving… I need to gets me some junk food!!! I need some grease in my veins. I need that lump of heavy fat in my gullet. I need to loudly burp after gulping down the bubbles in an extra large Coke!
I’ll let you know that I’ve been a good boy. But, I almost wasn’t. In fact, my four year old son saved me from giving in. You see, after a long Friday of running errands and doing other busy woek, we were well over due for lunch. And I had a few dollars in my pocket. And there was a Burger King just two blocks away. And…
I turned to my son, and asked if he wanted some French Fries or Chicken Fingers. I told myself that if he says yes, we’d make the stop. And you no what he said… “No, I dont want any.” No? No!?! NO!?!?!?!!??
When have you ever heard of a kid to turn down a trip to Burger King? I hadn’t, until that day.
So, anyway, the moral of the story is don’t eat crap, you don’t need crap, and even little kids know this. I think. Actually, no, they dont know this, because the next day his mom took him to McDonalds.
Lucky bastard.
