Month: March 2022

I got my current cat, Buddy in an awkward exchange with my sisters niece. My previous cat, Chloe, had died in a car incident. I was really down and depressed about losing my beloved Chloe whom I rescued from the animal shelter. I really loved that cat. Then my sisters niece had a boyfriend move into her house who had a dog and she needed to find a new home for her cat.

The day Buddy moved into my life was one of the few happy moments I have experienced. While to some he is just another cat, to me he is my baby. He is my family. In a lot of ways he is my best friend. So to me he is far more than a pet, he is my entire world.

When I first got Buddy he was timid and very shy. He refused to sit on my lap. He wouldn’t cuddle with me in my bed. He ran around the house crying as loud as he could for his mommy. He developed some severe separation anxiety and abandonment issues over her ditching him after lovingly taking care of him for three years. It took him time to realize I was his new momma.

I started slow too. I had to give him time to get to know me while also letting my heart heal from the loss of Chloe. At first I didn’t pick him up much as he was kinda stand offish. I gave him plenty of space. At the time he and I were living in an RV out in the country. He kept trying to get outside to return home to his former family. She lived up the street on a country road so he managed to find his way back there on at least one occasion. I became a little more protective of him than I had been Chloe as I lived so close to that busy road.

Slowly after giving him canned treats and buying him toys he began to realize I was his new momma. He also slowly began finding comfort in my arms. It took a while before he would sleep in my bed but once he was comfortable I couldn’t go to bed without him crawling up on my back or sleeping on one of my legs.

Since that time the two of us have bonded in ways his cat brain will never fully understand. When I say I love him I mean it. I cry most days how lucky I am to have such a loyal companion in my life. He is so loyal he cries whenever I leave the room. He misses me to the point of heartache. He also proves this when I return how he climbs into my arms and gives me cuddles and kisses for coming back home. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend from a cat.

Every time I go to Walmart or Target I try to bring him home a special treat. I have gotten to where I spoil his little heart so much I know I contribute to his separation anxiety when I leave him. He gets so worked up I worry my neighbors might complain. But I still continue to love him each day. Even if we get into a fight and he claws me or hisses at me which rarely happens outside of bath time, he still forgives me pretty quickly. In fact I can get in a fight with him, walk outside, count to five and come back into is screaming cries of “momma forgive me I am sorry!” and I quickly make up with my little guy.

I hug that little guy each day when I wake up in the morning. I hug him again before I lay down for bed. I pick him up and give him hugs throughout the day as needed. What can I say he makes my heart beat.

I couldn’t have asked for a better friend in my cat Buddy. Full name withheld by request, meow.

Chapter Ten

The smell of smoke jolted Molly awake. Her eyes fluttered around the room as she was looking for the source of the smoke. There he was, sitting by her side. He had placed a sand candle on her bellybutton. His words pierced her ears. It took her a minute to realize he was reading from a book of poems she had written years ago.

“Ah, about time you have awoken my darling,” Drake said. “I found this little book of yours. Oh how you were such an unfaithful whore even back in your youth!”

She closed her eyes trying to blink away her tears, ignoring his words.

He gently brushed his finger around the candle on her flesh. She knew he was going to let the candle burn her flesh. She winced in pain as the heat from the candle began to sting her flesh.

As the hot wax began to drip onto her skin she screamed out in pain.

“You sick fuck!” she screamed as the wax burned into her stomach.

He brushed her hair back, licked his lips before turning the page.

“My heart was burning like a flame from a moth, he ran his hand down the small of my back like cloth” he read. “This stuff is so rife with childish fantasy my dear Molly. No wonder he hated you so much.”

He raised his voice louder as he kept reading from her book. He tuned out her screams.

This was the longest Molly had been awake during any of her torture sessions. Ever since she resolved to fight back, she had gotten better at subduing the pain and staying awake. She tuned out the pain and drifted back in her mind to the day her ex-husband showed up to reunite with his daughter.

—

Since years had passed since her divorce. Molly couldn’t think of a reason why her ex-husband would want to see her now all of a sudden. He had phoned her the night before saying he was coming over and to be ready. When she asked what he wanted he ended the phone call.

There was a knock at the door. Molly walked through the living room heart racing as she made her way to the front door. She stopped before she opened the door and checked her appearance in the mirror on the wall. She wasn’t sure why she did it now that she had a second to think about it.

She reached for the door heart pounding out of her chest.

There he was standing there as handsome as her wedding day. Why was she suddenly attracted to the bastard that left her with her child?

“Hello there Molly.” George said. “Where’s the kid?”

She placed her hand on his chest preventing him from walking into the house.

“Hold on there just a second Mister,” Molly said. “I want to know what brings about this sudden interest in the daughter you abandoned?”

“What’s it to you, this doesn’t concern you, bitch.” George said. “I don’t need a reason to see my child on her 15th birthday do I?”

She sidestepped his use of bitch as she was well aware of his hatred for her.

It was just days before Melody’s fifteenth birthday and he claimed he wanted to spend some time with this daughter before it was too late. Molly had her reservations right from the start, after all he had shown no interest in his offspring for so long she hardly believed he had suddenly developed into a dad. Still Molly was once a teenage girl herself and she knew that if there was one thing Melody wanted more than anything, it was a meaningful relationship with her father.

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Looking back on it now Molly knew there were warning signs and her gut instinct told her to just slam the door shut on him and be done with it.

As a mother she wanted nothing more than to know her daughter was still alive and had been spared from the life she feared had befallen her. Molly hated even thinking about what had become of her cherished child, having vivid memories of seeing the video tape her husband showed her that night he kidnapped her.

The video tape clearly showed a bunch of Venezuelan smugglers handing George a suit case full of money and escorting Melody, hands tied behind her back, bound and gagged they shoved her into the trunk of a very large car and drove off into the distance.

She recalled vividly the remainder of the images on that dreadful tape. They played over and over in her mind constantly, a reminder of how her life had taken a dark turn.

After the smugglers were gone the video tape then cut away to a shack where a woman had been bound and had her face covered by a gunny sack. This was the part where Molly’s  memories began to fade. She watched the woman covered in blood, beaten and torn sitting on a chair she was tied to struggling for her life.

There was a quick cut and then there was Molly sitting in the same chair, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes wide in fear as she was looking into a video camera where her husband was telling her that her life was about to end.

He then cut Molly up and tore pieces of her bloody clothes and tossed the shreds all over the room. She was drugged and dragged out of the room. She would not remember the next part as all she remembered next was waking up here, tied to this bed, her bones broken and bruises all over her body.

The very first thing her ex-husband and his demented brother showed her when she regained consciousness was the tape they filmed the night before. In the video she watched as they shoved that poor woman head first into the wood chipper. She was wearing Molly’s bloody clothes. They rigged it so police would think it was her who had been killed. Molly never learned the name of the woman whose life was sacrificed in her former lovers twisted game.

These two men had conspired against her for crimes she had never committed. In their warped, twisted minds they came to blame her for atrocities she had nothing to do with. They felt that somehow she didn’t deserve the life she was living.

Molly replayed the images of the night her life came crashing down in her mind as the hot wax from the candle continued to burn its way into her flesh. He finished reading from the book of poems, tossed it aside and rubber her inner thigh.

“Sweet dreams princess,” Drake said as he walked away.

Crossdressing is what you call it when you are one gender but desire to wear the attire of the opposite gender as yourself. There are cisgendered crossdressers, homosexual crossdressers, heterosexual and transgendered crossdressers, among others. The concept is tricky for some to wrap their heads around as gender stereotypes assigned to different clothing types are specific to ones own culture. This is partially how we know trans people aren’t just crossdressers.

When a trans person is exploring their identity they can sometimes delve into what looks like crossdressing while they are still hiding in the closet or before they are able to publicly transition. The stereotype of a gay man crossdressing is born out of the drag scene. But not all people assigned male at birth who wear female coded women’s clothing are considered crossdressers in the truest sense of the word.

We often use it as an escape mechanism while we are hiding in the closet. We will find the time to be alone with complete privacy. During these times we explore our feminine side if we are AMAB or our masculine side if we are AFAB. I can’t speak for the non binary and gender fluid experience as I have no basis to go off. I do know for me I spent a lot of time literally hiding in a physical closet; lights out, doors locked, curtains pulled tight with blankets stapled to cover the window, trying on women’s clothing. I actually started doing this all the way back when I was 11 years old.

Once I discovered girls panties I refused to wear men’s underwear. To this day I have not worn a male coded underwear since I was 11. Once I got my hands on my first pair of panties there was no going back. I would cling to them like my life depended on it. In a lot of ways my life did depend on it as suicide was an option many queer kids turn to during their tumultuous upbringing. I would be lying if I said I didn’t attempt to take my own life multiple times.

I vividly remember that first day I wore girl panties under my “boy clothes” to school. I was equally terrified the other kids would find out as well as floating in the clouds of euphoria that day. I was finally free to be myself even if it was only in a small way. In fact my overwhelming desire to wear ladies underwear to school underneath my regular school clothes is exactly why I stopped participating in P.E. after 5th grade. I was not about to change my clothes in front of the other kids where someone might be able to see something I was surely hiding for my own protection.

Every trans person has to come to terms with the act known as crossdressing at some point in their lives. We have to first find our comfort zone. This is how we get a feel for what we feel safe doing. We also have to brush aside all societal stigmas and find our way to express ourselves in a safe manner consistent with our personal goals. Then we also have to work through the internalized transphobia instilled in us by a society that hates us. Once we have gone through all of this we have to shed the words crossdresser and crossdressing from our vocabulary. Trans women who present as female are *not* crossdressers. Nor are they drag. Of course coming to terms with drag is a whole other can of worms I won’t open up today.

One of the reasons labeling trans folks as crossdressers is problematic is it paints us in the light that we’re abnormal. Not to say crossdressing is itself abnormal but it inherently contains within its scope the concept of gender swapping. It asserts that the AMAB transgender woman is not a female but is a male wearing women’s clothing, thus a crossdresser. This is not the case. Even when a closeted pre-transition trans woman explores her gender expression by wearing female clothing, the assigned male at birth transgender woman should in all cases be thought of and referred to simply as a female.

Thus crossdressing, for her, is wearing male clothing except this is also false. The AMAB wears male clothing during the male-presenting phase in a phenomenon known as “boy mode” or “boy modding” wherein they put on a mask and pretend to be the male they were assigned at birth, often mimicking male attributes, often unsuccessfully in such a way as to be labeled awkward or even feminine in some instances. This is why AMAB transgender women in their youth are often pegged as homosexuals. They are effeminate men or crossdressing gays in the eyes of the transphobe. We need to change the paradigm entirely by removing crossdressing from our vocabularies when discussing transgender folks.

Chapter Nine

It was a quite fall afternoon. All you could hear was the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind. The clock on her night stand chimed twice, reminding her it was now two hours past noon. School had been so very rough this past week, starting a new school always was.  She hadn’t made any friends yet. Already her parents were putting pressure on her to go out with a certain boy.

She knew nothing about him just that his mom worked at the school and so did her dad so they must have figured the two would make a perfect match. If there was one thing Molly hated more than anything was how her parents always had to pick her friends. Just once she wanted to start a new school and be friends with people she actually got along with, instead of the people that boosted her parent’s social status.

She sat on her bed brushing the hair on her stuffed pony as she listened to the sound of the leaves outside. She wished she could be outside playing in the leaves, not going on a date with a boy she hardly knew, a boy she honestly had no interest in at all.

There was a knock on her door and she could hear her mother’s voice calling to her.

“Oh Molly dear, your date is here,” her mother said.

Molly placed her pony on her bed and grabbed her purse before she opened the door.

“Hello mother, I’m all ready to go,” Molly said.

Molly  was led down the stairs where her date was waiting for her.  He was dressed in his finest clothes for attending a carnival. He looked handsome enough. His hair was neat, and he even smelled nice. Molly didn’t even remember his name, she met him just barely this morning at lunch when her father and his mother introduced the two and suggested they go to the carnival together. She grabbed her jacket and walked out the door arm in arm with her date.

Geroge was a very distant boy. He spent the entire night running around playing the games as he rambled on about how much his parents liked to run his life. He was kind of rude too Molly observed. He hadn’t even told her how nice she looked or anything. She just followed him around like a lost puppy, not knowing what to make of the evening. Finally she asked him how long had he lived in town.

“oh all my life, it’s not such a bad place to grow up I guess,” George said. ” You are new in town aren’t you, where’d you move her from?”

Molly wasn’t interested in that topic.

“Oh someplace I bet you never heard of, besides it’s not important I live here now,” Molly said.

“Wait here!” George said as his face lit up.

Molly watched as her date ran up to some other girl. The two began talking privately.

The girl looked a little upset at him. Molly could tell he was trying to calm the girl down. He pointed over in her direction, made some kind of gesture. After a couple seconds she walked away and her returned to his date.

“Who is that girl?” Molly asked.

“Oh her that’s just Ashley,” George said. “Her and I were going out but we broke up this morning. I was telling her how I was here with you.”

“Oh, what did she want?” Molly asked.

“Nothing just to see if I would get back with her. I said not tonight.” George said.

Molly spent the rest of the night in a confused daze as the two wandered around aimlessly.

She was feeling awkward about that other girl. If they had broken up just this morning, was she his rebound date? Or did he dump the other girl for her? Either way she didn’t exactly feel comfortable with the situation.

He stopped in front of a haunted house.

“Hey come on we gotta go in here,” George said. “It’s supposed to be pretty scary.”

She shook her head.

“Actually I’m getting kind of hungry,” Molly said. “You mind if we stop to get something to eat first?”

George grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the haunted house.

“Oh come on my friends are inside we can eat after,” he said.

Molly was not having a good time.

“I don’t feel comfortable in here,” she said clutching his arm.

“Oh come on this is fun!” he replied.

A coffin opened and a hand reached out from within. Molly jumped and screamed.

“Ooh they got you good!” George said.

“That isn’t funny,” she said slapping him across the shoulder.

The two went around the bend and a bloody axe fell from the sky. It landed right in her face. Molly screamed and ran towards the exit. She had all she could muster of that place.

Molly sat on a bench outside trying to catch her breath as she waited for her date to come back.

After a few minutes went by she noticed George walking around behind the haunted house. He was with that girl from before. Suddenly she was getting angry. Molly decided she was ready to go home. Her date clearly didn’t have any interest in her whatsoever.

George ran over to where Molly was sitting and took her by the hand.

“Hey sorry it took so long,” George said. “I ran into Ashley in there. She just wouldn’t give up.

I told her I was on a date with a prettier girl than her and it was over she needed to accept it.

Molly sidestepped his faux compliment.

“Take me home.” Molly said.

“How about we go get those corndogs first?” George said.

He took her by the hand. It was an odd sensation flowing through her in that moment. Suddenly her anger melted away. It had been replaced with butterflies. She hadn’t been expecting to hold hands on the first date, that wasn’t her style. She decided to go with it. His hand was so warm and strong. Somehow she started to feel safe by his side.

After the two had their corndogs Molly decided to ask the question that had been on her mind all evening.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” she said.

He looked at her with a very blank look.

“Uh, sure I suppose why not,” George said puzzled.

“You had said earlier that you broke up with your girlfriend this morning,” Molly said.

“Yeah what of it?” George said.

“Well, I guess I was curious. Did you dump her to go out with me? Or did you only agree to go out with me because you broke up with her?”

He thought about it for a moment before answering.

“Molly, my break up with Stephanie had nothing to do with you,” he said. “We just weren’t getting along.”

The two came to a booth were a little girl was holding a bunch of red balloons. It was one of those booths were you pop a balloon and win a prize. The prize was a small baggie filled with water and inside the bag was a tiny little goldfish.

George remembered Ashley liked goldfish. He figured maybe he could use it to win her back.

He didn’t even hesitate he handed over the money and began throwing darts, popping the balloons one at a time. He kept muttering to himself if he won that goldfish he could win her back.

Molly was furious at how determined he was to win that goldfish for a girl he had broken up with. She was standing right there and he acted like he didn’t even notice. Molly pretended not to hear what he was saying, as it was only making her even angrier for getting herself into this.

After won the prize the man was about to hand it to George, Molly snatched it from him and put on the biggest, fakest smile she could.

“Oh George you won this for me, how sweet of you.” Molly said.

He just looked at her with a nervous look on his face, he started to say something, just then he looked over across the way, Ashley was staring at him. She saw Molly take the goldfish he obviously meant to win for her, then turned and stormed off. George didn’t know if he should chase after Ashley or not, but he decided Molly was pretty enough he would go along with it for now and try to win his girl back on Monday. He leaned in then planted a kiss right on her lips.

Chapter eight

Molly woke up in a daze with a throbbing headache that was beyond tolerable. The pain in her arms were unbearable as she tried to move. It hurt too much. She looked over at the little horse statue that sat on her night stand across the bedroom where she lay and thought back to when she was just a girl. She had the very horse on her nightstand then when she was a child.

She thought back to the husband who she had been coerced into wedding because their parents were control freaks. She was in so much pain she couldn’t even stand it. This was not going to be her day. She could barely muster the strength to look around the room. It came back to her every day slowly, piece by piece.

Molly would drift into sleep each night and wake up each morning wishing death would come and relieve her misery. She couldn’t understand why he was doing this to her. Somehow he blamed her for everything. A twinge of pain began creeping up her spine and she wanted nothing more than to scream on top of her lungs. It was too much she knew that this was not her day. He was out doing whatever it was he did all day.

Molly tried to wiggle her toes. She thinking to herself if only she could move her foot she could get up. There was another surge of pain shooting up her leg from her broken toes and then it came back to her. She remembered where she was.

Tied to a bed, bandaged and broken by a man she barely understood it all started coming back to her. She couldn’t even muster the tears to cry, her pain was too great. He had tied her to the bed not with a rope but with chains, not hardware store chains but the kind they locked up criminals with. She tried not to think of the torture he put her through but the pain in her body was too great she could feel every bone he had broken, every bruise he inflicted and every cut he made on her flesh.

This sick monster of a man would torture her, nurse her back to health and start it all over again. It was too much to ask for death to rescue her from this existence that she had somehow fallen into. As it had done every day before the pain was too great and she passed out.

The haze returned as she slowly began to wake up from her nightmares. Just as before the pain came first, then the memories, and then reality. She had no idea how much time she had spent chained to that bed.

The man who did this to her, a man she once loved, barely even took the time to enter. She must have been hooked up to some feeding machine of some sort because she had a lump in her throat that felt like food passing through her esophagus. It was just one more unpleasant feeling she had to endure. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut; she could get just enough vision from the slits to tell her she was not going anywhere.

Her tormentor had beaten her as near to death as he could get her. He would then spend the next several weeks comforting her, pampering her as he nursed her back to full health. He would break every bone in her leg. Let her heal, then do the same to her other leg. He did this to her arms next. Once they had all healed sufficiently he started the whole process over again. One by one, bone by bone.

Molly had no idea how long she had been here. It felt like eternity. She had no clue why he did what he did, he never spoke to her. She was chained to a bed naked and broken with no idea why she was being made to suffer.

Tears tried to swell up in her eyes only they were blinked back as she refused to let it get to her. She was a fighter, always had been, so she knew she could get through this. The days grew longer as she began to think time was on the side of her tormentor and it was a game she feared she was going to lose.

Her thoughts slowly began to move away from her condition to the condition her daughter must be in. Melody was the worst part of the torture. She tried to think about what that poor girl was going through on her end. It was hard enough to suffer through the abuse of this man she now knew she could never love again.

She didn’t know exactly what happened to Melody her daughter, just that she was kidnapped and sold to traffickers. She knew that much because that was part of her torture. The man responsible for all this, he made a video tape showing him selling the young girl to Venezuelan smugglers. He didn’t show the obvious what went on behind the scenes only enough to let her know her daughter was very much a part of the abuse she was to experience.

Thinking about what poor Melody must be going through clearly was a part of her punishment for whatever crime it was her captor felt she had committed. He was not going to win that easy.

She couldn’t see much just that horse on the night stand directly in her line of sight. What an asshole, it was not just physical the abuse, he meant to fuck with her mind too. She figured that must be the reason why he arranged this bedroom to look just as her old room from childhood.

As far as she could see it was all the same, even the bed she was chained was the exact same bed she spent her youth in dreaming of someday getting married to a wonderful man, having a career and starting a family of her own. She never once imagined that the man she would fall in love with would be responsible for her current state of constant abuse and suffering.

Her eyes were basically useless. She knew very little about her surroundings other than what he told her, and what she could imagine. She knew she was naked, that much was clear. Despite that fact she thought it was odd he never abused her sexually. She didn’t think much of it honesty.

Molly was taking stock of her current physical condition; it was mental exercise she undertook as a way to keep in touch with her situation. She felt like this was how she was going to die. Chained to this lunatics bed. She decided the pain was too much. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Chapter seven

Melody was only 9 years old when her parents divorced. It was mere weeks following the death of her favorite aunt. She remembered those days with a twinge of sadness. It was just a fog in the back of her mind. Her own father never even bothered to show up to her custody hearings.

Melody was staying with family on the other side of the country far away from her past life. Her new family were much better for her anyways. They had far more money than her parents plus they treated her like a guest in their house, not like a burden they both fought over which of them was to blame for bringing her into the world.

There were times she missed living with both of her parents. Today was not one of those days. She had woken up from a dream of the last time she saw her father. He was drunk as usual. This time he was ragging on his now ex-wife as to why she was trying to force him to care about his child. Melody remembered sitting there on the couch looking down at the floor clutching her doll thinking to herself “why don’t they love me?”

There hadn’t been a whole lot going on in her father’s life. He had no reason not to want custody over her. It was brutal. The fight wasn’t over who got to raise her it was over who was going to be stuck with her. In the end she went to live with family in Vermont. At least there she was able to live something of a normal life.

Melody spent most of her days focused on school. She had no interest in following in either of her parents footsteps. She was going to go to college and carve out her own path in life. She just needed to bide her time. It had been seven years since she last saw her father. Which made it all the more surreal when a letter arrived addressed to her. It was scribbled in pencil in the sloppiest handwriting she had ever seen. She poured over every letter crying her eyes out as she read each syllable.

Her mother had been killed. Her father was missing. He was the prime suspect in the case. Melody was sitting on her bed sobbing. She never had a normal life. She never loved her parents. But now, knowing they were gone for good out of her life forever, she felt remorse she never got to spend more time with them.

Melody walked over to the waste basket by her desk, touched the corner of the letter to a lit candle and tossed it into the trash can. She watched it burn. The last remnants of her past life. It was time to move on she figured. Her old life was over.

“Melody come down for breakfast would you child,” her aunt called from downstairs.

She wiped her tears.

“I hope you burn in hell!” she whispered to her dad’s letter.

Everyone loves fast food. Some of my earliest memories are of fast food restaurants we visited as a family. We hit up different places such as Dairy Queen, Burger King, Wendy’s, Pizza Hut, Subway and even KFC from time to time. Of all the fast food places we visited there was one that easily took our number one spot, obviously it’s McDonald’s.

I have more memories of sitting at a McDonald’s booth than I do all other fast food joints combined. It became more than a staple for us, it was a way of life. In the early days it was the Happy Meal. Back then it was the simple cheeseburger or chicken nuggets battling for supremacy. By the time I was a teenager it was the famous Big Mac that took won me over. By the time I was a grown adult I switch firmly to the Filet O Fish and the Quarter Pounder with Cheese and Bacon. It didn’t take long before going to McDonald’s went from being a treat to just being what we did. It became routine.

Everyone in our family had their own favorite fast food places growing up. My mother’s was Burger King. For my dad it was Wendy’s. My baby sister preferred McDonald’s and my younger sister liked Dairy Queen. My oldest sister didn’t express a preference from what I remember. Mine was Taco Bell. I fell in love with the beef infilled Super Burrito and Taco Supreme they are known for.

One of the best parts of going to fast food is the speedy. You walk in, place an order and mere moments later you’ve got food ready to eat. If you are in even a bigger hurry you can go through the drive through and have our food in hand in a hurry without leaving your vehicle. It’s an experience we are all too familiar with.

One of the things I love about fast food besides the speed is the variety. Today you can get just about any type of food you can think of at some sort of fast food establishment.

We know the majority of fast food is unhealthy for us. Despite that millions of people spend their hard earned dollars each day on a quick meal.

Here are ten Fast Food places I think everyone should check out as often as they can along with the best menu items you should be getting.

1. McDonald’s

It goes without saying the number one in fast food should be a regular stop. You can treat yourself to a variety of classic hamburgers but some of the best items on their menu aren’t beef. My favorites are the Filet-O-Fish sandwich, the ever popular chicken nugget and the 2 breakfast burritos. I could eat those three items all day if my body could handle it. They are also known for their shakes. Also you can get a damn tasty refreshing Coke to wash it all down.

2. Taco Bell

My person favorite. Here the thing you are after is the Nachos Supreme, cheesy fiesta potatoes, Supreme Tacos and Burrito Supreme. Basically anything with the word supreme in it. But don’t forget to add those scrumptious cheesy potatoes!

3. KFC

Fried chicken is a delicious treat. I don’t often stray far from the bucket myself. Grab some of your favorite sides and some drinks then it’s party time. I like the coleslaw and potatoes myself.

4. Sonic

What you are looking for here is chili. You get yourself a chili cheese coney, a chili cheese fries, some chili tater tots and a cup of chili on the side. You can’t go wrong just be sure to grab the tums. Also while you are at it pick up some Jalapeno poppers. Ooh yummy!

5. Jack in the Box

Start with the standard meal, any meal. Throw a pair of tacos on the side, get some onion rings and jalapeno poppers and you got yourself a good time.

6. Dairy Queen

Ah DQ, the icy bitch of the fast food family. What you want here is a bacon cheeseburger and a side of ice cream goodness. The best is the Peanut Buster Parfait, or those super sensational Blizzards! I recommend the Butterfinger variety. Chow.

7. Subway

I don’t go here often. When I do I get the standard order as follows: Italian herbs and spices, meat trio topped with every vegetable and some spicy Italian dressing and oh dang this is good. I finish the meal with a side of Sun Chips and a Mountain Dew from the machine.

8. Pizza Hut

The only fast food pizza place I frequent. Not as fast as some of its competitor it’s still a quick and savory bite on the go. Also as they deliver it reduces the need to leave the house. Start with a 12 inch medium Meat Lovers Pan pizza. Order of hot and spicy buffalo wings with the bone and you top it off with a side of cheesy breadsticks and an A&W Root Beer assuming they have it in stock.

9. Dominoes

Much like Pizza Hut in some respects but a slightly different experience. Skip the pizza go for the snacks. Get the bacon chicken ranch sandwich, a side of hot and spicy boneless wings, some cheesy bread and a side salad to satisfy your guilty conscious and you are good to go.

10. McDonalds

So good it made the list twice. This time around enjoy a good old fashioned pair of Cheeseburgers and a 10 piece chicken nugget now show you love living and get it all in a Happy Meal and you are set to enjoy the day.