Fat Bastards - Top Tip
Think of your favourite food ever. You know, the one you always eat, seven times a day, and no matter what anyone says, you know you will always cram it down your fat, festering gob until you've died of a heart attack, your only achievement being to line the pockets of the evil multi-national conglomerate who preyed on your weak will to get you addicted in the first place.

Done that? Right, now think of your least favourite food.

Now, every time you look at your most favourite food, imagine your least favourite person in the world has made it, and has been spitting in it, spunked in it, and sprinkled knob-cheese scrapings whilst also adding in your least favourite food.

Disgusting, eh?
Never eat that again, eh?

Well how come you still go to McDonald's? After all, a good, barbequeued burger can be very pleasant, but when you add a Kraft Knob-Cheese slice, suspicious warm spunkish-mayo, Chav-spittle and a gherkin, surely that, and only that, can be the worst food in the world?

I mean, for fucks sake, never trust a clown. Particularly to make your dinner.
(And I don't agree with that in the workplace, Mon 12 Jul 2004, 19:08, Reply)