I’ve been sitting on this one for a while now. Because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to subject you to the horrors I’ve seen. But after nearly two months working from home, where I need to have the TV on what is essentially a pleasant and ignorable screensaver all day (for me, that is Food Network and Cooking Channel), too many times now I’ve seen a sight that chills me to my core, my very core. And that sight is Guy Fieri eating a burger.
I don’t ever mean to watch Guy Fieri. No one does. I must assume his entire fame and fortune has happened entirely by accident to people who thought they were watching Anne Burrell.
And when I witness a new and fresh hell, I want to share it with you. Because I care.
So this is that hell. This…is Guy Fieri eating a burger.
Watch it again. Watch it until it stops hurting. THAT WAS A JOKE BECAUSE IT NEVER STOPS HURTING. Watch him go in, pause, and aggressively ATTACK THAT BURGER. Feel violated. Feel sad. Feel scared. Call your mom.
Here’s another one:
Isn’t it awful? Here’s another one.
And one more.
I need six showers now.