Dinner at Friday's consisted of:
A super thick vanilla milkshake and French onion soup. Salty, but good. The soup, not the milkshake. The milkshake was so thick you could choke on it. Just how milkshakes should be prepared.
Yes, under those two thick strips of salty bacon is a dollop of melted mozzarella slathered on a really thick slab of pure cheese on a fistful of ground cow carcass.
They don't call it Cheesy Bacon Cheeseburger for nothing.
The universe's way of telling me what I've become after gobbling that all up:
After driving home a point, it reminded me of what I really should do:
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