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At a McDonald’s in Atlanta.

“Live Mas,” said Taco Bell, and we all listened.

I don’t think this is what Taco Bell’s new racially correct marketing slogan Live Más meant.

A Cincinnati, Ohio church is offering quick ashes for those too busy to sit through the service.

Of all the complaints people make about the fast food industry, one you almost never hear is that fast food is inconvenient.

Long live the best unofficial combo meal known to man: a large fries and a Frosty.

This is what happens when you forget a stranger’s favorite condiments.

I’m expecting this thing to taste exactly like Doritos’ delicious “Tacos at Midnight” flavored chips; after all, it is the time to eat Taco Bell, stoned and desirous of fake cheese.

For Camus, it was a task. For Dostoevky, it was a deity. For the rest of us, it’s Fat Ho Burgers.

Recently, I decided to stop eating meat, which is huge for this meatloaf-and-gravy-lover.  My newfound vegetarianism basically means that I now eat only pizza and broccoli (never combined, I find that vegetables make pizza too soggy), my favorite meatless foods.  Truthfully, I can’t say I’m mad at that.  However, I love to live vicariously through [...]