Junk Food Feast

Chips and salsa. Airheads. Salt water taffy. Mountain dew. Pizza. Those were the contents of my whole dinner last night. My friend said he wanted to pick up a bunch of junk food for dinner, but I told him I don’t really eat like that anymore. Then he got kinda bummed and when we went to pick the pizza up I decided what the hell, let’s go to the store and get some shit. Bad idea. People must have thought we were stoned off our asses and had a bad case of the munchies with all the junk we were carrying around. We left and went back home, and proceeded to consume all the sugar that we had just bought. By the end of our junk food feast I was so stuffed I couldn’t even breathe. I felt as if I was on the verge of puking, and I unbuttoned my pants for some added relief. Boy, did I ever feel disgusting. I don’t get to see my friend often but when we get together, we sure do pig out. Well, at least it was fun for the time being, I’m off to do some crunches. HA.