About once a month I go all out and spring for a really good lunch. Today was that day. Two chili dogs, Two corn dogs (deep fried) and a large root beer. It is oh so good going down, but now 10 minutes later, “I have the buyers remorse”.
My stomach is seriously churning and I may need to bolt for the little boys room. But dare I say, it was worth it!
Anyone else ever inflict this torture on themselves.
oh, and 10 points to whoever correctly knows where my buyers remorse quote came from.
About every couple of months get some Popeyes fried chicken. It’s the only time I eat fried food, and I have to have it with their mashed potatoes and gravy plus one of their lard laden biscuits.
Then I feel guilty. I have a friend who says it’s subliminally an agent of the Catholic Church…just look at the name: Popeyes…Pope Yes!