I decided to make myself the most disgusting sandwich I could make at home without resorting to fast food.
The Beginning: I decided to take stock of what food we have. Not much, hot dog buns, salami, bacon, cottage cheese and Salt 'n Vinegar potato chips. Screw it, its all going in.
The End: I cobble everything together and put a toothpick in the center. Why? Because I wanted to.
The Eating: I stared for several long seconds at this culinary miscarriage. It seemed to ask me "why did you do this?" I ignored it and took a bite. It was an explosion of grease and salty fluid in my mouth. The taste was actually pretty good, though I think my heart nearly died of horror when it learned of the cholesterol zooming to it. I swallowed, and the next experience could only be described as being gut punched by my stomach. I finished the sandwich. Next thing I remember I'm waking up on the couch three hours later with no clue how I got there.