Obviously one does not just Dare Arby’s
The Fuck Is THIS! No, no this is a valid question to ask. I mean we ain even gone get to the fact that they have the words NUTRITIONAL and INFORMATION at the bottom of this picture no no, that is to be tabled to a later discussion. I asked, and the Lady behind the counter said, “the sandwich has EVERY MEAT WE SERVE on it.” Not that I was thinking of ordering it, my affairs aren’t in order, and I personally don’t want to die 5 minutes after eating it nor do I feel like eating salad for the next 6 weeks to get all of that meat out of my body. I mean let’s look at this ignorant shit you have:
- Pepper Bacon(of course it starts with bacon, all cakes must be iced)
- Roast Beef(cause it’s Arby’s it’s their thing)
- Cheddar Cheese
- Angus Beef(cause they want this to be a good and flavorful death)
- Smoked Brisket
- Pit Smoked Ham(I think they believe smoke is a food group
- Swiss Cheese(technically at this point we are at Dagwood Level)
- Roast Turkey(cause yes both Turkey AND BEEF can be roasted
- Chicken Tenders(because if the only thing fried/greasy on this sandwich was bacon they FAILED as sandwich creators *shrug*)
- A Star Cut Bun(to solidify locking your bowels up)
This sandwich is served with a BACKHAND from your cardiologist. Your nutritionist will judge you for 6 months after eating this sandwich. This Sandwich looks like they were dared to put a Subway footlong on a Kaiser/Burger Roll. This sandwich looks like Punishment for coming in last at the strongman competition, “there is not enough meat in your system, we must add more meat to make your stronger!” This sandwich looks like it comes with a waiver you must sign to guarantee that you were of good health before you ate the sandwich and that you death within a week of consumption is in no way Arby’s fault.
And at $10 bucks this is Arby’s saying: You wanted this death, you asked for this death, and you happily paid for this death, and for 2 dollars more you can get a drink and fries with that. Now the drink I understand, you are gonna have to lube your throat up to continue to allow all that meat to slide down but where the fries going? Are they for the person driving you to the hospital for eating this monstrosity? An offering in hopes of pity? This sandwich is a better judging of another person’s manhood than Ray Liotta’s silly 1800 commercials, since when did drinking top shelf alcohol prove that you were more manly? I thought it was grabbing a bottle of rot gut, pulling the cork out with your teeth and downing it within one tipping of the bottle to your lips. And as a crescendo slamming the bottle onto the bar, and if you can manage NOT to pass out stumble walking out the door like it wasn’t shit.