I decided to put "living in the suburbs" into the exact phrase portion of Google advanced search - I now know from the information that I pulled up that...
The suburbs are killing me!!!
The suburbs have made my brain flabby. Now I know why, as if on auto-pilot, I head to McDonald's every night. Morgan Spurlock's documentary "Super-Size Me" deserves an Oscar because he was right, McDonald's has taken over my brain; I can't resist. It's beyond my control. Whenever I see those golden arches, I impulsively turn into the drive-thru and order a super-sized meal. Damn! Morgan's a genius - he must live in a city. This stuff makes you fat. Who knew before Spurlock? Don't I remember seeing the logo of the golden arches at the base of the food group pyramid?
Well, I think this Spurlock has proven that our huge array of fast-food is all part of the suburbs' sinister plot to fatten us up until we're unable to run from it.
But what's a poor suburbanite fool like me supposed to do? Where am I to find organic foods, uncanned vegetables and foreign fare in this sprawl? I do love Velveeta. What? that's not foreign? The name sounds so exotic. Anyway, ever since Swanson's Hungry-Man meals came into my life, I realize even if my gas-guzzling car can't carry my fat ass to the plethora of fast foods I have available, there are always T.V. dinners.
Help me. I'm weak. The suburban sprawl has taken over my muscles' abilities to function...and what few brain synapses still firing...are being fried rite now....help!! Pleez.. iii neeeed ur hllp.gsfdp[h$hhhmmmm....ughggh...phhhhhhhtt.