I Chime In... (Poise & Rationality)

So, I wouldn't say I'm a health nut or anything. I mean, sure, I exercise and I try to choose foods that don't feed my heart-attack fetish, but I love some bad food. For instance, I'm fairly sure I could shove an entire $5.72 wedge of brie into my mouth and still go all baby bird for more. But there IS a line, people.

Meet the Philly Cheesesteak Thickburger. I thought at first it might just be a cheeseburger that tastes like a cheesesteak, but it's actually a big fat cheeseburger with a big fat cheesesteak on TOP. That's not just a crossing of the line, that's a whole ten lords a-leapin' right over the damn line. Um, really, America, must we indulge in self-destructive eating so blatantly? Apparently we must.And speaking of indulging in meat, all hot-blooded, big-lipped, 30-something women should really spend an evening in Fayetteville, North Carolina (often called Fayettenam or Fayettestan). Home to Fort Bragg and a hop-skip-jump from Pope Air Force Base, this Olive Garden town may seem like it hasn't much to offer a girl, but the male-to-female ratio is delicious. And it's not just the ratio which will taunt your tastebuds - most of the scandalously young men who live there spend much of their days doing manly things like running around with guns, so they're a treat for the peepers, too. I could have kept this secret all to myself, ladies, but I'm a giver. Go, get you some. The meat may be rare, but at least it's not covered in cheesesteak.