That's it. Not much more to say. Fool for a good story I was. Very first game piece I peeled was Park Place. I was convinced that the clouds had opened and God was shining his white light of luck down on my head.
But once again, a more jaded Christine, realizes McDonald's has made a fool of her. Too many medium cokes, large fries, only one manly steak burrito, and many medium coffee's later I have fallen victim to the gall bladder. Yes, the gall bladder in the human animal is aggravated by grease and other unnatural chemicals. But, egged on, no pun intended, I threw aside my own personal safety for that oh so unreachable dream of winning big. Now I pay the price.
I hate McDonalds.