I am not sure why people would subject themselves to this, but they must derive some pleasure. Today I went to a BBQ and had to stick with the side dishes while everyone else enjoyed hamburgers and hot dogs. 15 minutes later I was hungry and came home and ate more. You will be happy to know that I resisted ice cream today. Cheesesteak's kid helped me bring a table over to the BBQ area and stepped in dog poo. Sadly, the dog poo, and me missing the hot dogs/hamburgers has irked me.
Likelihood of torturing a dog: 10% (This is quite a jump, but I am getting sick of being hungry and weaker at the gym. Plus, why should we have to dodge dog poo like land mines? It just doesn't make sense.)
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