Ever since I have moved back home I have become the most gluttonous person in existence and I think I will go into cardiac arrest any second. Let's back it up, and I'll explain why.
My dad has always done the cooking in our house because my mother was born allergic to any kind of housework that requires her to be in the kitchen. Over the past few years my dad's job has required him to travel more and more. Now he's gone about 3-5 days a week on average. Consequently the cooking has been left to my mom. So every night she prepares us each the wonderful meal of a new, crisp ten dollar bill. I never thought I could get tired of eating out, but I think I have reached my capacity. At this point Chic-Fil-A is the only restaurant left that I can tolerate.
Tonight after eating Jack In The Box, (don't ask me why I got it. I don't know and it was a bad decision), I feel completely sick. I had to lay on the floor for about 10 minutes about to puke as visions of the documentary Super Size Me danced in my head. It brings to mind one of my favorite stand up comedy routines by Kevin James, Sweat The Small Stuff. He says eating fast food makes him feel like a grizzly bear who was shot with a sedative dart.
And here I am literally rolling on the ground breathing heavily and groaning like a wounded bear. I hate fast food.
If you haven't seen his stand up routine, then you should. Watch it here.
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