Well, I was expecting much more horrifying responses, so I just took the worst possible choice available and went with the two triple cheeseburgers. I would have went with pretty much any of the other recommendations, but you guys literally recommended the only things that I actually do eat at on a reletively regular basis (Jr. bacon cheese burgers, chicken nuggets, fries, chili, baked potato, salad, Dr Pepper, all from Wendy's and only Wendy's). If nothing else, at least we've all got taste when it comes to good, cheap shit that makes us die.
Anyway, my critique of the triple cheeseburger;
Now, I've never tried a triple cheeseburger, let alone a double cheeseburger, as the idea of throwing one slice of humburger on top of another slice of hamburger just doesn't typically result in the type of arousal that hot, hamburger on hamburger action seems to in so many of our country's populace. But, never the less, it seemed the most choice candidate for artery blockage of the recommendations, so I said to hell with it. So, as I bit into my first triple cheeseburger, I realized that this was no ordinary sandwich. I have come to the conclusion that if a sandwich takes more time for your teeth to go from the top of the bun, slicing between patty after patty of juicy, gurgling, hamburgery substance, to making contact with the bottom half of your mouth, than it does to bite, chew, and consume an entire bite of another, lesser sandwich, than this first sandwich officially reaches a higher plateu on the hamburger foodchain.
Finishing my first triple cheeseburger was akin to a triumph of the highest magnitude, almost as if I were a man who had just triumphed over adversity and racism for his entire race, or a scientist who had just discovered the cure for cancer and AIDs at the same time. As I began working on my second triple cheeseburger, I thought back to a routine of Keven James', where in he was eating a burger, and slowly began passing out mid-bite, becoming sloth-like and acting as if he were a bear. And as I took bite after bite, I, too, started slumping, eyes drooping, as reality started to fade away, conciousness dipping into a state of hamburger euphoria. It was then that the last bite went down, and I had been releived of the suffering, my pain and sacrifice lifted, for the greater good of GAF, and humanity as a whole.
Back to jr. bacon cheeseburgers and chili for me.
