Buffet buffer
Jason and I went to eat at Old Country Buffet (OCB) this weekend for Sunday breakfast. We only go there every 6 months or so, because that’s all our digestive systems will tolerate. (Maybe it’s because I had both fried chicken AND chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Or did I?) I told Jason we should eat at OCB every day for a month and do our own documentary, a la “Super Size Me.”
I’d call it: “O-C-Besity.” Ha ha! I kill me. (If the fried chicken doesn’t first.)
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