Sweet jesus.
Okay, maybe not jesus. How about Sweet....
Bacon and Cheese stuffed Pizza Burger? Well, okay. Not sweet. But salty, spicy and artery clogging.
Yeah. A CVS Pharmacy opened up around the corner from me, and as some sort of weird bonus, they were giving away free fifteen dollar gift cards to the first one hundred customers.
So, I rounded up my faithful posse of miscreants and collected said gift cards.
We spent them on tequila. Tequila and margarita buckets.
Anyway, we made a Bacon and Cheese stuffed Pizza Burger in some sort of drunken stupor, and man oh man was it good.
Wait, fuck good. It was
great. In case you, like me, live by the "Live fast [fat?], Die Young" credo, then instructions on how to make one of these behemoths follows my rambling.
Big thanks to Geekologie and This is why you're fat: for ruining my cholesterol and satisfying my ever-growing need to consume mass quantities of red meat.
Pointless sidenote:
I usually poop about twice a day. Since eating my share of the thing, I have not pooped. I feel fine, and I don't feel constipated. I just don't
have to poop. Perhaps I've reached some sort of bowel enlightenment.