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the first time i read the ryan's steakhouse bit, i remember thinking it was hilarious. now i'm mildly repulsed by it. the whole scene. i find myself wondering how fucking fat someone has to be to go to ryan's steakhouse and actually premeditatedly eat 4 plates of beef and macaroni (what monstrosity of gastronomic horror is that dish in the first place...especially the type i imagine that would be served at an all you can eat buffet at ryan's), who would show up in expandable sweat gear. the scene in the bathroom pales in comparison, for me, to the scene i imagine occurring out in the dining hall, where scads of little pink-faced children are juxtaposed next to a series of humanoid trash compacters slamming their faces with enough food to sustain a human for weeks. i find the entire scene to be nauseating.
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