Earlier this week I wanted to hit up Sonic because it’s the shiznit and I haven’t ate there in a hot minute. I got that SuperSonic Jalapeno Cheesburger. It was good. The best I had at Sonic, but boy did I pay for it.
I woke up around 5am the next morning, stomach all grumbling and shit. That feeling you get when you know you are going to destroy some shit. Literally. I’m talking about leaking down both legs feeling. I mean that missile launcher feeling. That serious shit, you know? I jumped out of the bed and started hauling ass to the bathroom knocking all kinds of stuff over. I sat in their for about 30 minutes half asleep. At least until my ass started hurting from the hard ass toilet seat anyways. All I remember is leaving the bathroom about 15 pounds lighter than I entered.
Was it worth it? Fuck yes.
If you haven’t had a SuperSonic Jalapeno Cheesburger yet, you need to go get one.
The moral of the story is… fuck it there is no morals here. The moral is punish your body for your own enjoyment. We only live once so just say fuck it!
