

I would like to proudly state that each of these events did in fact take place, though they were a tad different than how I put them.
Allow me to break it down for you:
Panel1: Absolutely nothing here is exaggerated at all. This is exactly how it went down.
Panel2: The roles here are reversed, since John didn't really get a whole lot of time to shine. I pity the poor bastard.
Panel3: The words weren't spoken, and I didn't actually put hamburger meat in the burrito. Instead I replaced it with soft serve ice cream. It wasn't good.
In attempt to lose some weight, I haven't frequented a Golden Corral in quite some time. I imagine that is both a triumph on my part and quite frankly just for the best. After having unlimited access to a variety of food types for so long, my sometimes dormant autism leaps to the forefront and decides to throw some weird shit together. Of all the crimes I've committed against man, when I reach the Holy Gates, it's these sins that I'll have to answer for.
God help me.
Shawn
Funky like a monkey