I ate at Carl’s Jr this week. Let that sink in.
Carl’s Jr.
It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore.
For those of you southern/east coasters, Carl’s Jr is the same as Hardees. AKA the nastiest fast food place in the history of the universe. I’m pretty sure that the grease they’re using to fry all sorts of nastiness is the same grease that they were using during the Nixon administration.
I tried to be good. I got the chicken. Oh, but it had bacon on it. And cheese. Yeah, that worked out real well for me.
I just felt like I needed to tell you all that. Pray for my soul. And my digestive tract.
please don’t say there was mayo too……NO MAYO!
and you were dragged there against your will by someone who wanted to eat there…..right?
There was no mayo, Scott. I don’t eat mayo on anything. I’m healthy like that.
And I wish I could say I was dragged to that drive-thru by gunpoint. Oh how I wish.
Just wanting you to know we are praying for you, but it’ll probably be hard to read this while sitting on or having your head encircled by the toilet.
I thought I had taught you so much, my little padawan. Seriously, were you just craving grease? Which reminds me. . . .when I was in Chattanooga the restaurant nearest (or maybe in) our hotel always reeked of grease. I think it was their specialty.