It's quittin' time.

I eat at Wendy's more than any person should be allowed to. Both of my places of employment are within walking distance, if you had alot of time, or a less than 5 minute drive, and I don't even want to tally how many times I have eaten there this summer.

Right now I'm enjoying the delicacy known as french fries and frosty.

MMMM... hot fries.

I was going to stop eating breakfast and lunch, but I guess that didn't work out. oh well.

Last night I ate an M&M but when I tasted it I was totally shocked. This is what chocolate tastes like now? That's cool I guess.

Wow this whole entry has been about food. That's gross.

On to better less fat topics. If you didn't read the comments on my last post, do yourself a favor and do. They're funny. Really funny. And I already wrote a biography of Dale Earnhardt and started drinking during the day. 2 down 6 to go.

That Cher song from a few years ago just came on the radio. If memory serves I used to do a really good impression of this.

We should go karaoking. And John Saxe should write back about my fake id. And I should go pack some wonder wheelers.