So I did it. I can't believe I did it, but I did do it. And I have photographic evidence. NO I'm not trying to claim fame by wearing this funky hamburger hat, but rather by downing the Cheeburger, Cheeburger Famous One Pounder That's right sports fans, to mark the occasion of my 31st year on this earth my loving wife took me for hamburgers and shakes (my suggestion).
To prove to myself that I'm not getting that old (despite the appearance of a few grey hairs last month and an ever widening hole in the ozone layer that his my hair) I decided to take on this challenge against the better advise of doctors everywhere, especially C. Everet Koop.
Even though I thought I was full after the first 1/4 lb, my fortitude and a few burps told me to push on and finish. After sucking down the last bite and putting to shame the appetites of a few high school kids at the next table over, I even found the room to finish my whole Kit-Kat shake.
My wife was appalled, my stomach was digesting, and I was the proud man who made the Wall of Fame.
Happy Birthday to Me.
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Lisa asked me if I was jealous. What do you think?
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