saturday morning.

nothing like cramming a micky d's sausage and biscuit in your mouth on saturday morning while sitting on your front porch also while you're on a semi diet and two very health conscious people walk by with a baby who i'm sure will grow up to eat lots of vegetables. then the baby starts crying so the parents stop right in front of your house to tend to said child. meanwhile, you quickly do some mental exercises as to weather you should continue to stuff your mouth with greasy goodness. the answer is yes. who cares if the baby is crying?