Eck! I just ate a quarter pounder out of convenience. It's been so long since I ate a disgusting fast-food burger but last night when I was drunk we made a pit-stop at McDonald's to get Clint a burger (or 3 as it ended up) and I for some reason got one too. I didn't eat it last but today when I woke up from a nice long nap I was hungry and I have no food in the house. I ate the gross day old trash.
My body is revolting. My stomach feels full but I do not feel satisfied. I feel guilty, nauseous, and just all around bleck!
AND IT WASN'T EVEN ALL THAT TASTY! Yet I hovered down the whole thing.
Why do we do this sort of thing to our self?
My body is revolting. My stomach feels full but I do not feel satisfied. I feel guilty, nauseous, and just all around bleck!
AND IT WASN'T EVEN ALL THAT TASTY! Yet I hovered down the whole thing.
Why do we do this sort of thing to our self?