Food Comas

As I sit here scarfing down my 2 hour old sausage mcbiscuit I find myself drifting into a food coma. I love food, that's just a fact, but why do I eat such gross shit? The answer my friend comes once again from the office. You can either suffer through this horrible bull dung being fully aware of how horrible it is or you can drown your sorrows by slipping into a comfortable food coma. I haven't figured out the specifics yet, but this company will be getting sued once I leave here a 500 pound giant.