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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