How to be a total asshole

Walk across 6th Street through the marathon while drinking a Fat Burger milkshake.

Bonus points if your companion is carrying a bag from same.

My only excuse is that I am pregnant and therefore missing a large portion of my brain (which has been taken over by the need to eat constantly). I don’t think it’s a very good one, but it’s all I’ve got.

4 thoughts on “How to be a total asshole”

  1. I am a bad person! Obsessed with the idea to go and see some art downtown and on Wilshire I needed revenge for the traffic chaos. Ate a huge burger and barked at pedestrians who moved to fast. No excuses here, I am not pregnant and I will have to suffer on the treadmill. I swear for the next marathon that I will stay at home, eat pizza and cake.

  2. Nobody’s keeping the runners from ducking into Fatburger – and nobody’s forcing them to run either. If someone enjoying a lovely snack offends them, that’s their tough luck.

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