The end of an era…

I’ve come to the decision that walking into a fast food restaurant and being able to ask for the usual is sad enough as it is, but I took it a step further, didn’t I, folks? I mentioned last week that the Arby’s near my Star Bucks named a sandwich after me. “The Chance.” It was really, really awesome. A little too awesome.

I’m trying to lose the weight I regained in 2010, and it turns out that eating two of these bad boys a day isn’t all that good for you. I know, right? 

I flew too close to the sun on wings of roast beef, and now I’m not losing any damn weight.

But you know what they say — when one addiction is conquered, God opens another medicine cabinet. See that massive tea? That’s Star Bucks’ new drink size, the Trenta, which is Italian for “never sleep again.” It’s 30.9 fluid ounces, which is ever so slightly larger than what the average human stomach can hold at once. I kid you not. Go on. Google it.

I’m actually on my second tea of the day — like a fucking champ — but I’m going to try and save a little to pour out for “The Chance.”

Rest in peace, lil guy(s).