Angela and I got a bug up our butts last weekend. Friday rolled around and we were considering what to do for the weekend. An idea immediately hit me in the head! How about we go to a buffet? Like the Old Country Buffet or Golden Corral? Oh, yeah, baby! It was on!

We spent a good part of Saturday purposefully not eating in order to get our money’s worth out of the all you can eat buffet. When 5pm finally rolled around we looked at each other and nodded in silence. If you could play “Eye of the Tiger” and have us walk to the truck in slow motion it would have been the perfect exit. We were on a mission: stuff ourselves until we get sick. Who would win? Humans or the buffet? Trust me, the only true loser out of this entire journey is your toilet.

We took the scenic rout and drove past the Golden Corral in Manassas. That place was PACKED. Luckily, we flipped a coin to decide which feeding hole to go to and the decision was made to go to Old Country Buffet (or as my good friend Rob likes to call it “OCB”). When we got there the restaurant had traffic but it wasn’t too bad. It was actually quite pleasant. Not too many kids and enough room to afford ourselves some privacy. we sat down in a booth next to a wait station and close to the exit and with in eyesight of the restrooms. We tried to calculate every scenario and planned to have our bases covered.

A funny thing about all you can eat buffets: you very rarely see the really thin people who normally frequent smoothie bars or Starbucks there. Most of the time you see somewhat chunky people. You know what I’m talking about. The women who wear short sleeve shirts and their arms look like they have wings because of the flab hanging down; men who have stomachs which extend a good foot past their belt.

We attacked it and it wasn’t so bad. Rice, mashed potatos, french fries, mini-corn dogs, ‘steak’ with some weird bbq sauce all over it, broccoli/cheese casserole, corn on the cob and an assortment of other foods. Ironically, after a few minutes of eating the food it all begins to taste the same. I only lasted through two plates and then I was done. Angela still had the tenacity to tackle the dessert counters. She is a brave, brave woman.

After being stuffed we decided to hang out for a while and digest. That is until we got the sign for the heavens above for us to leave. Ok, not really a sign. It was more like we both overheard the freaky ass looking guy in the booth behind us telling his three other freaky ass looking friends that he escaped from a mental institution a few months ago. We’re talking about Manassas, folks. If that’s not a sign that you better roll your fat, stuffed ass out of there then I don’t know what is.

Good times indeed.

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This is a scene from Rumble Roses XX for the XBox 360. I have Rumble Roses for the PS2 because…well, just because. This is a women’s wrestling game which features lots of jiggling, bad acting, upskirts, downblouses, bodies twisting together, etc. Hmmm. I guess I just told you why I bought it. In any event, I pasted this screenshot for one reason: big boobed Dixie is wrestling a panda. If I ever get a 360 or a PS3, I am so going to buy this. I have no idea why but the thought of wrestling a giant Panda makes me giddy. You can do it in Teken (or is that Virtua Fighter?). I mean, they’re soooo cute and black and white! And then they kick your ass and chew on your face!

Tai Shan, you’re going down!

More boobies, please…