hello, boston market. i love you.

i've mentioned previously that i eat out every meal (and am a lazy bastard for it). how I've kept this body looking like a rock-hard piece of man candy has been a mystery...until now. for my money, you simply can not beat the quarter-chicken dark meal with mashed potatoes/gravy and creamed spinach from my favorite, boston market. i seriously have an emotional response even thinking about it. so freaking good! never mind that their target demographic is adults 55+. age is wisdom, people, and all the fogies (and me) roll where cost-effective home-meal replacement is nutritious and delicious

(for some reason, i'm reminded of how I used to eat 'luna' nutrition bars in college. dang, i loved those things. it wasn't until months later that i discovered they were actually chemically designed for women. that would explain these beautiful, firm breasts.)

oh, tender dark chicken...how you have been seasoned to succulent perfection and sent down from on high by the almighty creator of the universe. delicious gourment side items: creamed spinach and mashed potatoes, how you taste so yum yum yummity and work together to knock out my fda-recommended daily veggie intake. let's not forget about you, cornbread. you are a delight. the sweet and supple nectar that keeps me coming back again...and again.

who need's a wife when there's boston market?

have a look at pure joy...