Served on a warm plate, dripping with cheese, nestled in a large nest of French fries. You're imagining it right now, I can tell. You're probably already salivating; figuring out a way to leave work and visit the drive-through.
You should go get a cheeseburger, right now. It's your dirty pleasure: you're heart is saying no, no, no, but your stomach is saying go, go, yes, yes.
Not tacos or sandwiches, CHEESEBURGERS. Go, now, fulfill your inner desire. Feed the carnivore inside of you. EAT MEAT! Have a steak while you're at it, with a side of ribs (that's what I had for lunch).
Do I need to say anything more?
I didn't think so.
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