Cheeseburger Paradise
A man with his priorities in order
I’ll preface this blog by stating I’m completely aware I’m not at a gleaming example of good health. I eat and drink in excess more often than a should and about once a month I make a life decision to loose 20 pounds which sticks for as long as it takes me to find a bar that serves a good stout. That’s why today I was eating a plain grilled chicken sandwich for lunch when I looked up and saw a 350 pound asshole eating a cheeseburger bigger and greasier than any deep fried pig you’ve ever come across. As I’m watching this overindulgent dip-shit eat three times the equivalent of my daily calorie intake I’m thinking to myself, “I never want to be that guy.”
Then I took a closer look at the guy and the burger and thought, “I might want to be that guy.” That guy is happy. He has a 10 pound fist and a wife that listens. He has a $500 truck and a $50 couch, both almost paid for. He isn’t worried about the economy because his worst financial problem is how to buy a WWE pay-per-view with the money he was supposed to use to pay the cable bill. I think I have a new outlook on life and if I play it right I’ll be the biggest bad ass in the trailer park.
