When I finally came to my senses and regained some control over my hands, I found myself staring at less than one quarter of a Big Mac. To be on the safe side, I shovelled it in my mouth so it could rejoin the currently missing three quarters which I can only presume was residing inside my Belly. I use a capital B, because it's ever so close to being a proper noun; a placename.
This has all happened before the first personal training session, so Kristy will have to drive me an extra 900 calories worth to compensate.
I wonder if the top Triathletes begin their training regime with a trip to McDonalds?
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You should have read 'fast food nation' to find out the taste is all artificial which hoodwinks the senses into thinking it's good to eat.
`there's nothing wrong with the idea of the burger it's just the ingredients.
`why does a pizza taste better in `italy compared with a frozen one out of a scottish deep fat fryer?
Quality and freshness of ingredients.
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