Why You Can’t Handle the Steakhouse Challenge
I'm not talking about some "if you can eat it, it's free" bullshit marketing ploy, I'm talking about the mental transformation any red-blooded American male undergoes in a steakhouse.
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I'm not talking about some "if you can eat it, it's free" bullshit marketing ploy, I'm talking about the mental transformation any red-blooded American male undergoes in a steakhouse.
After three hours hanging out in a pineapple under the sea, thanks to Nickelodeon's multi-episode SpongeBob blocks, you start to notice some weird shit going down.
Our evenings are now filled with dozens of hour-long shows demanding that we not only watch them, but have a full historical knowledge of the fictional world they have created.
Are you watching The History Channel right now? Something tells me you've been whisked away to the tragic world of driving a truck in Alaska, or following rednecks trying to catch alligators.
As the literal "fat cats" of the world, Americans consume more calories per person than any other nation in the world. And it's time we accept this love affair with shitty food.