We had lunch at a fast food chain today.
My husband ordered twisty fries.
The counter kid asked, "Would you like a side of cheese with your fries?"
Side of cheese?
Why didn't he just say, "Would you like a heart attack with your stroke?"
My husband passed on the SIDE OF CHEESE, not for health reasons, but because he figured it was a chemical approximation of cheese and not the real thing.
I had fried potato cakes and dipped them in ketchup which is mostly sugar, but we're not talking about me.
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