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Subject: That's Me, Basically

"So I'm on the elevator and this somewhat portly guy gets on with a bag of McDonalds® and a large Coke®. And the first thing I think is, "Well, tubbers, if there's any question in your mind why you're a fat lard, there's your answer right there." By the end of the elevator ride that had changed to, 'Damn, that smells good. I could go for some McDonalds®.'"