The Night I Ate 2 1/4 lbs of cheeseburger

So Friday was not a very good day. In fact the week hadn't been that great to me and so when I get a little down, I look for a food item that consists of fat that's been dipped in fat, fried in fat and covered in ranch dressing. It pretty much always makes me feel better.

So Friday night my one request to make my day better was a pitcher of beer and a burger the size of my head. I found one at Bobby J's. Meet their 4 1/2 lb only thing that is going to make my day better giant piece of goodness.



It's 3 lbs of meat covered in cheese, mayo, lettuce, tomato and onion on what is probably an entire loaf of bread. It weighs in at 4 1/2 lbs and the kid at the counter told us it could feed 6 people. My response, "Bring It On!"

I was nice and shared with John.



However, he gave up after one corner and a bite or two of a middle piece. Me? I ate all three of my pieces! Every.Single.One and it was delightful! These belong to John.



"We are the champions, my friend!" and yes, I totally wore my fat pants.



John of course could not begin to understand how I could find comfort in food, and how after I consumed what was probably a week's worth of calories I could be in such a good mood. Ah! To be a man! If I was a man having a bad day all I'd have to do is play some video games and give my balls a good scratch. Nothing solves a bad day like a good 'ol ball scratch right?