In Olde Timey times, fatness was a sign of wealth. Back when eating a plate of bacon meant getting a piglet, then somehow convincing that piglet to transform into a gigantic hog, then killing that hog without using a gun (which meant strangling it or some other olde timey method of hogslaying), then using magic to make it into strips of delicious meat and fat, then giving half that to your local feudal lord, then giving 30% to the church, only the incredibly wealthy could afford to get fat.
Lately, times have been getting tough again. If you’ve spoken to anyone that listens to lots of talk radio lately, you probably know that we are going to be unable to feed ourselves again soon and once again fatness will be attractive because only the wealthy will be able to eat enough to stave off the hunger pangs.
When that day comes, this one double fisting what looks like a wrap and a hot dog at a sit down restaurant will be beating the suitors off with a drumstick.
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