...and when Mr Nacho says to avoid Arby's fries due to the greeeese content? Best heed the warning. I get lunch for the guys at work, me and my salad, them and their grease sponges. The greeese will soak through the paper fry holder, and the napkins in the bag, and the bag itself, and into your car seat. Arby's always sits on the floor in my car. Always.
I'm picturing the Infamous Nuke Pooch holding some kind of huge welding torch or otherwise gigantic, manly-type tool... along with a dainty salad on the side. No dressing please... it might have *gasp* some fat (aka grease). JUST KIDDING!!
I admire anyone with that kind of will power. I need to eat more salads myself. That, and maybe learn how to use a welding torch.