We piled into the car, as the all too familiar stench of day old burgers and fries began to fill the space around us. What was once a vibrant bright red, was now a dim and faded "W". I glanced at it in the rear view mirror as we drove away, and the sign read " endys". A flimsy off white and red paper thing bag that contained our dinner, which consisted of of questionable meats and potatoes, rested on my lap. I could feel the grease seeping through the bottom of the bag, creating what appeared to be a puddle of oil. I was beginning to regret tonight's dinner.
We then crowded around the dining room table, to scarf down what was probably one of the most unhealthiest meals of the face of the earth. Consumed by the enjoyment of over indulging, the room grew silent as small packets of ketchup and barbecue sauce slid back and forth across the table. I stared down at what was now laid out in front of me, a triple baconator, large fries and a large soda. The fries, drenched in oil, wilted and fell over as I scooped them up off my plate two and three at a time. Now for the triple baconator, what in the world was i thinking?? Three layers of over cooked, processed beef and bacon, piled high in between two sesame seed buns. Halfway through my baconator, feeling uncomfotable and uneasy, with all that grease now sitting in my stomach, i had completely given up on what was supposed to be an enjoyable meal.
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