On my way to work this morning I saw a fat man in a tiny car. It was a convertible. He's living the life. Then a question popped into my head..."What would that fat mans last meal be if he was on death row in prison?" Then I started to think, "What if that man got into a car accident and died...what was his last meal?" Then I really started to think.
You know that saying, "Live each day as if it were your last"? Well, it has come to my attention that fat people eat each meal as if it were their last. I mean, I'd be pretty pissed if I died and my last meal consisted of tuna salad...although tuna salad can be really good with the right amount of mayo. Anyway, if I died today, right now actually, my last meal would consist of half of a Coca-Cola C2 and 2 Hershey Kisses...pretty pathetic. I'm sort of in a panic. It makes me want to go out and gorge myself on double fried french fries dipped in ranch and buffalo wings...which I've never had, but I think they would quickly become one of my favorite foods if I did try them.
I wonder what Lindsey's last meal would be. Let me take a quick guess...sushi (which I believe is just a vehicle for her to pour spicy mayo on something), these bbq sticky buns she keeps talking about, and maybe a sandwich...I really don't know...but I'd put my money sushi.
I really don't know what my last meal would be. I think I'd go with something really simple. Something like a cheeseburger and fries. Maybe lobster and butter. Maybe both. I know I'd have a Coke, no glass, but straight out of the fridge. I really like my Coke on the verge on freezing. Maybe if I switched to the type of coke that went up my nose, I wouldn't talk about food so much...and I definitely wouldn't have a weight problem. Now that's something to think about.