Do I have a weak heart? Come to think of it, I enjoy almost everything with butter and oil and grease and fat and whatnots. I remember growing up, I used to tell my mom that the only logical way to cook chicken is to fry 'em. Deep fry.
Shit.
Ok big changes are in order. Better food, more exercise, and all that crap.
And I'm gonna have to stop worrying so much about people. And I'm gonna start to have more fun. Like these 2 blokes: