That’s it? The weekend is over!
How annoying is that?

Plus I spent almost half of it at work.
Too many things to do. So many things to complete.

Anyway,
Tracy and I have this unwritten rule that whenever the weekend comes,
we will always try to make the most out of it.

Which means we will do absolutely nothing!

This also means that none of us will be going near the kitchen to prepare anything.
Because the weekend only means one thing.

We are going out to eat!
Oh yeah!

Don’t get me wrong,
Tracy is one mean cook.
She makes me some serious Southern Food that will make my mouth drool like a St. Bernard.
She also learned to cook some Filipino foods with perfection.
MMMmmMmMmmmmmm…

So anyway, when we go out, we eat at the first restaurant that pops into our head.
Well, it really depends on how hungry we are, and if our hunger will last the trip.

Which always brings us back to either McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King
or whichever has the most Artery clogging fat.

Hey! Speaking of McDonald’s.
I noticed this new fagly “Lighter Choices” on their menu.
You know, the whole salad and healthy eating bunch of crap.

Since when did this start?
I bet you some Martha Stewart wannabe, wrote a letter to Ronald McDonald,
or whatever the owner’s name really is,
and said:

Dear Ron,
I am writing you on behalf of all the concerned citizens of this country.
My friend, Richard Simmons, and I thought of suggesting a “Lighter Choices menu”
to add to your “Suicide Heart attack on a sesame seed bun meal”.
Please consider our proposal.

Yours in health,
Martha.

Oh my God!
This is an outrage! This is what they feed the cows before they slaughter them.

So we were there waiting for our turn. I did not have to think.
It’s a Big Mac all the way for me.

But to my surprise,
guess who ordered the lighter choices menu meal number 1?
My ever dearest Tracy.

I looked at her, all amazed,
while all I could say was “Good luck”.

This thing came in a fancy plastic container, complete with a lid and everything and
a complimentary pack of birdseed for you to sprinkle all over it.

She did like it anyways,
we just have to go and get her some Slurpee on our way home.

That is how brave she is folks.
She will try anything at least once.

But me? Noooo…
I am a “meat” kinda guy.
And I mean, just let the cow stare at the oven in terror and stuff it on my plate.

Ahhhh.. the aftertaste of death!
I love the way it guzzles down my Esophagus,
My intestines grinding the protein out of it’s wits.

Our ancestors would say,
“We didn’t fight our way to the top of the food chain for nothing”

That’s how it is supposed to be,
and that’s the way I like it. uhuh uhuh!

Well, to sum it all up, I think what I really want to say is,

We love the weekends.

And I hate Martha Stewart.