Using the Barbara Amiel phraseology about having a taste of the extravagance which knows no bounds, this year's Christmas Day repast marched up the avenues of excess.
I decided to spoil myself with something very special. Yes I went, bought and opened a jar of Cheez-wiz.
And when I was done with the sausages, yes I spooned some remaining amounts directly from the jar. Hmmm that's some good eatin'.
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Yikes, Gord!
Just reading about the sausages and cheese gave me angina pains. Are you in a contest or something?
You could win a wonderful 'angioplasty' with a very interesting 'stent', something you'll need for the rest of your life - with a repair or a replacement every now and then.
And for our bonus prize Gord, we're offering a 'quintuple bypass', followed shortly thereafter by a couple of things everyone wants implanted in their chests, a fabulous 'pacemaker' and an electrifying 'defibrillator'.
Yayyyyy! Take option number one, Gord. It hurts the least, you knucklehead!
At least you haven't yet been offered the grand prize, which is a free trip in a big, smelly rubber bag, an inventory of all of your internal organs and finally, a gorgeous, machine-carved tombstone!
Bzzzzzz!
Also, don't forget the booby prize.
That's an unbelievable headache, followed shortly by permanent 'left side paralysis', impaired speech, bags to collect your bodily fluids and lots of drool as you sit around in your wheel chair for the rest of your long, long life, hoping someone, sometime, takes pity on you and moves you out of the direct sunlight - or wherever you might happen to be stored for hours at a time.
Smarten up, mon ami!
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