Why it’s hard to lose weight in America:
I went to McDonald’s. I know, go throw up and come back to your monitor.
So I decided to go to McDonald’s which—I pretty much never do to try a “frappe.”
I figured it’s a Monday, I didn’t sleep at all, my stomach hurts, things are generally kind of blah, so maybe a “frappe” will lift my spirits to tackle the next couple of hours at work.
I get to the window, and the clearly rushed anxious woman asks me what kind of sauce I want. I think I stuttered barbecue because she was making me nervous and the next thing I know I have a small frappe and 10 chicken nuggets and a small fry.
Now what the hell am I supposed to do with these nuggets?