In which I justify eating unusually bad food with Charlie Sheen quotes while texting my best friend Pat.
Me: I just ate a regrettable amount of Chinese food rather than going to the gym. WINNING.
Pat: Tiger blooooooood!
Me: It’s just sweet and sour saaauuuuce!
Me: I saw that pile of food and thought, no, I can’t. Then I realized that can’t is the cancer of happen.
Me: So it happened.