So because I've been on the lean side lately, I decided to treat myself to a Sonic Jr. Burger for lunch.
The order-taker asked if I wanted cheese on my hamburger. I said no (of course).
Then it took me a second for me to decide what I wanted to drink. I thought, what the heck, I could stand to gain a bit so why not go all out and order a milkshake. And so I did.
As I was driving south down Thompson Boulevard with a hamburger in one hand and a milkshake in the other, something just seemed a little off. Then it hit me.
And I paid for it...dearly. Not mixing meat and dairy and suddenly doing it after more than three months did a number on my digestive system.
That was probably an over-share.
No, the New York Times isn't normalizing Nazis.
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