So today my friend Adam was talking about “The Feast of Three Beasts” which is a custom sandwich you order at Wendy’s. The order process is very precise, and I will not disclose what this sandwich is, per se, but let’s just say there is a LOT of meat and it took me easily forty minutes to finish. The other guys took about half an hour and 35 minutes respectfully. Good. Lord. This thing will make you feel sick. And not even in a “I just had too much chinese food” kind of way, but in a, “I am going to crap lava!!!” kind of way (oh, and according to Josh, lava is still magma until it is crapped out). Here’s a photo of (from left to right) me, Josh, and the manburgers. These things are rediculous. I highly recommend avoiding them, but if you’re feeling suicidal, go ahead and give them a shot.