I was mighty depressed this morning when poking around my pantry looking for chicken noodle soup—I would have sworn I had at least one can left over, and it was what I needed to combat my current cold, which knocked me flat out last night: my head was on fire while my feet were stuck in a glacier.
Happily after deciding to make a packet of mushroom sauce pasta, I realized that there was another can of chicken noodle soup hidden back there and my morning brightened considerably.
It was a perfect recovery: I knew it because I immediately started craving one of the more disgusting foods on the planet, a Whopper with Cheese, no tomato.
Three of them actually.
So late in the afternoon, I wandered off to the Weimar Burger King where I ordered up three of these disgusting fat laden things. Surprisingly, they are rather expensive: 10,05€ for three.
It was pleasant out so I got them to go, and wandered a few steps down to Theatreplatz where some kind of festival was underway. I sat on a bench eating my Whoppers and wondering if the hot guy in the wheel chair realized how cute he was sitting there shirtless.
Of course, I imagine I was the paradigm of perfection, sitting there looking miserable as I devoured three Whoppers with Cheese—although I never really finished the third one, for suddenly my whopper of a craving for Whoppers was satiated.
When I’m sick with a cold I crave a whopper of a different sort.
I won’t go into details about what that whopper does for me as I don’t want to completely gross out your readers.
Ohhh If I were there I could cook you a homemade chicken soup. It’s much better. Lol! At least you felt better now and that’s important!
ChrisC — Gutter. Mind. ACK!
Nothing like a big, juicy whopper to satisfy your cravings…
Gutter mind? No worse than the used underwear stuff we’ve seen recently.
Used Underwear is hardly dirty… one washes it before wearing it, unless it comes from Brent.