So I've been in Boston for two days now, and so far, the height of my excitement has been paying a visit to Wendy's. "That's just plain sad," you say. Well, you clearly have never had french fries, soggy with grease, dipped in the smooth chocolatey goodness of a Frosty. That there is a lil bit o' heaven, my friends. San Franciscans, being all healthy and shit, have apparently banned Wendy's from the city or something, as there are none. What is the world coming to!
Having just gorged myself on fries and ice cream, I'm now off to dinner where I will be that girl who just pushes lettuce around on her plate with a fork and bitches about how fat she feels all night.
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