Okay, I am now coming clean. I am usually a health nut and do not go near the fast food joints. I was feeling hurky queasy from the drink I had at brunch. I needed something greasy to quell the queasy. (As I say in Cat in the Hat lingo.) I eye spy Burger King. That will do. That fits the greasy bill. To my sister's total surprise, I order us Whoppers. Not sure if she caught this or not but for sake of speediness I ordered it full blown. With mayo. I always order burgers without mayo. The fast food joints tend to slather the stuff on drowning the poor burger. I am usually a lettuce, tomato, onion, sprouts kinda gal. I take a bite. Oh, oh. This...is...not...bad. Few more bites. Gone. I guess this is a twisted meaning of "guilty pleasure." I now freely admit that I liked it. The Whopper, that is.
(You do remember I like to eat, right?)
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