Driving to work this morning I notice this unwanted passenger in the back seat. He doesn't say anything, but as you can tell, he appears quite miffed that I did not want to share his large fries and quadruple burger at 6:00am.
I tried throwing a blanket over him, but he stuck his furry orange arm and three fat fingers out and tantalized me with an M&M blizzard.
I'm human. There is a breaking point. Even if that breaking point comes before the sun has fully risen.
Curse you, little orange unwanted backseat passenger!