Andy had some friends up from down south in Rhode Island.
We decided to be gracious hosts and pump our guests full of fat and cheese. For those unfamiliar with our spin on the classic culinary suicide note, instead of the traditional donut and fried egg, we build ours with doughboys and Kraft Dinner.
Look at these little monstrosities:
Eating the ball of grease came with the typical side effects.
Of the seven people at our apartment that night, only two could finish what they started. That’s double our previous record.
Afterwards, we all just kind of hung out, quietly ashamed with ourselves.
How are you celebrating Mardi Gras? Got any burgers to top ours?