So Hubby and I stopped for a “quick” “bite” yesterday. It’s wasn’t quick… and most definitely was NOT a bite.
I give you… Hubby’s burger.
Me: That’s a walking heart attack!
Hubby: No, it’s the Boogy Burger Special, 8 ounces of meat!
Me: Does that include the bacon?
Me: Why don’t they include the bacon weight along with the beef?
Hubby: Cause it doesn’t usually come with bacon. But, when I asked for bacon, I didn’t realize they would be putting it between every patty… a happy surprise.
Me: Hold on, I need to check our insurance policy online. Does death by bacon count as an accidental death or suicide?
Hubby: You over exaggerate, it’s not that bad.
one hour later
Hubby: Oh God *burp* I’m dying.
Me: Told you so.
Hubby: Not *urp* helping
Me: I can’t believe you ate that entire mass of fat… and a large fries.
Hubby: No, it was a small fries and I left 5.
Me:… way to show restraint babe.
Long story short, he survived and has sworn off meat… that should last for about another hour.