Steve: Whoa whoa whoa.
Our blog was one year old yesterday.
Joe: WE MUST THROW A PARTY FOR OUR BLOG.
Seriously, we should.
Steve: Um…
Who would we invite?
Our blog has two characters.
Joe: Our devoted fa…wives.
Steve: I don’t want to invite our fans.
They’re all dinks.
I mean amazing, wonderful supportive…
dinks…
Joe: Right.
Maybe you and I will just go to B&R’s and blog about burgers that kick our asses.
Steve: No burger has ever kicked my ass.
Joe: Liar
Steve: Name one.
Joe: b&r
Steve: Just because you have a stomach that doesnt like containing food doesn’t mean the rest of the world does.
Why would B&R’s kick my ass?
I eat there all the time.
We both used to.
Joe: I have only eaten there once and the first time we ate there it killed us.
Steve: No.
It definitely gave me food coma.
Because I ordered the Double Chili Cheese King Burger.
But you’re the only one of us who gets stomach problems from eating meat.
What happened to me that day could only be described as euphoria.
And instant addiction.
In fact…
I think I’ll take Todd there for dinner tonight.
It’s been too long.
See, I never knew until later that you didn’t like it.
For all our talk “this is gonna kill us,” that was a good thing to me.
Joe: Never said I didn’t like it.
Just that it was super heavy and was not the kind of food I could eat on a regular basis.
Steve: Oh yeah, no argument there.
Even when I was going there a lot it was twice a month at the absolute most.
Joe: I mean, I lived on Wendy’s triples for a year and B&R’s killed me.
That’s what I meant.
Not that it was bad, just that it was super duper heavy.
Steve: Yeah more than that would have given me heart failure.
But I wouldn’t say it “killed” me.
Not the way things kill you.
Dude I need B&R’s.
Where is that son of a bitch Todd?
Still sleeping probably.
