Fat cow!  *click*

We would be so lucky. 

We would be so lucky. 

The fact that it took six hours for someone to respond to this post really says it all.  Actually, Stacy512 says it all, and we just listen. 

The fact that it took six hours for someone to respond to this post really says it all.  Actually, Stacy512 says it all, and we just listen. 

Have you ever thought that maybe this is a "Last Temptation of Christ" scenario - ie, you haven't actually eaten the tacos yet, and you're simply experiencing a vision of your life if you do eat them?  There's still hope, Hoosiers Waitress.  There's still hope. 

Have you ever thought that maybe this is a "Last Temptation of Christ" scenario - ie, you haven't actually eaten the tacos yet, and you're simply experiencing a vision of your life if you do eat them?  There's still hope, Hoosiers Waitress.  There's still hope. 

Interestingly, I'll bet it would take me about five minutes of searching to find the driver of a civilian-grade Humvee eating a Slim Jim and slamming an energy drink.  Probably with a firearm, too.  Does this mean that we've militarized our society, or that our civilian and military elements are just equally bitchen?

Interestingly, I'll bet it would take me about five minutes of searching to find the driver of a civilian-grade Humvee eating a Slim Jim and slamming an energy drink.  Probably with a firearm, too.  Does this mean that we've militarized our society, or that our civilian and military elements are just equally bitchen?

Gross, no real human ever tasted like a McRib.

Gross, no real human ever tasted like a McRib.

We need another Vietnam.  Thin out their ranks a little.

We need another Vietnam.  Thin out their ranks a little.

My wife regularly has stories about her coworkers, who are a big-boned and over-sharing lot, coming into work saying things like, "I had bad diarrhea last night, I think I'm coming down with something," or, "I woke up a little nauseous this morning, I might take a sick day," and then talking about how they consumed an…

My wife regularly has stories about her coworkers, who are a big-boned and over-sharing lot, coming into work saying things like, "I had bad diarrhea last night, I think I'm coming down with something," or, "I woke up a little nauseous this morning, I might take a sick day," and then talking about how they consumed an…

No, you're thinking of Eggs Bukowski. 

No, you're thinking of Eggs Bukowski. 

I had scotch eggs at a bar in Albuquerque one time.  Clearly not the ideal place for them.  They were basically flavorless blobs that left an egg-yolk aftertaste and sat like beer-displacing bricks in my stomach.  I'll try again if I find myself in the UK but not a moment before.

I had scotch eggs at a bar in Albuquerque one time.  Clearly not the ideal place for them.  They were basically flavorless blobs that left an egg-yolk aftertaste and sat like beer-displacing bricks in my stomach.  I'll try again if I find myself in the UK but not a moment before.

It really is hate food.  One time the drive-through person messed up my order and gave me three burgers instead of the two I ordered, so naturally I ate all three.  The first went down fine, but the third one put me off White Castle for about six months (apparently my GI tract hadn't calibrated itself to the new…