I have a donair.

Twenty minutes later, I no longer have a donair. Google Chrome thinks that the word 'donair' is wrong and/or does not exist. Google Chrome knows nothing of tasty cuisine. Nothing. Then again, considering a large amount of North America's population does not live on the east coast of Canada, it is quite probable that you know nothing of tasty cuisine either.

I'm really full and lying down typing at a weird angle and resting my head on my friend's hip. We are both in a stuffed drowsy state. The donairs were really greasy. It dripped like water from the tin foil. Any organic freak would gag to see it and call it disgusting, but I was raised to find that dripping greasy sauce absolutely, wonderfully tasty. I feel really fat. Like, really really fat. Massive even. The 7Up kind of went good with it, even though I'm so sick of light lemon-lime pops that it's no longer amusing. They kind of taste like nothing, or like carbonated water, which is also rather icky. I'm so eloquent from my awkward angle and fuzzy brain.