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After completing the first Wendy’s Challenge, it apparently became a popular challenge amongst my co-workers that wish for heart disease. Therefore, it required another attempt a few days ago. This was on a grander scale, with six people participating and a few extra girls (or rather in this case, effeminate guys) who declined to join in the joy.

The 99¢ Menu was slightly different than it was previously. The most noticeable difference was the lack of a Buffalo Crispy Chicken Sandwich. It be a lucky day! However, it still equaled 10 items to consume.

After angering virtually anyone that ordered food after us, we finally received our food. Sure, a small child or two may have inquired to their parents why it took so long for them to get their food, but they need to learn patience when they’re young anyway. According to a Wendy’s employee, you apparently can call in your order in advance if needing to order this much food. Who knew?

Minus the fact that one full order took around an extra 20 minutes for the Wendy’s staff to slap together, the challenge went relatively smoothly with three people completing the challenge.

As anticipated, Gary Robertos came in near last again after a poor showing.

(Note: The first picture below will summarize the feeling of the event.)

The other day I came home and was an advertisement on my doorknob for a place called Amoré Take-N-Bake. It seemed relatively normal with standard pizza options. However, then came the option for Mexican food…

While I’m not a fan of Mexican food in general anyway, I found it a weird concept to be able to purchase a burrito and a pizza at the same restaurant that I could “bake in [my] microwave or oven.” In addition, I find it odd that I can’t get some awful taco meat or whatever put on my pizza.

However, I guess there’s always Cookies for Rookies to make up for it… whatever that is… (I’m assuming it’s a cookie intended for me specifically.)

I’ve just concluded one of the more disgusting things that I’ve done that involves food, myself, and topic matter that is safe for the workplace (SFW). After work today, a co-worker (who will be named Jonathan S. Hen in this post for anonymity) and I went to Wendy’s. We’re high-class. I don’t think I’ve been to a Wendy’s in a couple years at least, and I’m not sure if I’ll be back anytime soon.

I’ve always brought about the challenge of trying to eat one of every menu on the 99¢ menu to see if it was humanly possible. S. Hen decided to call that challenge into question today. After standing inside the Wendy’s for several minutes and debating how one could order two of all the 99¢ menu items without feeling like a bad person, we left and went through the drive-thru. This way, at least we wouldn’t have to carry a few large trays of terrible food with us to a virtually empty seating area in the restaurant. What can I say, I’m a wuss.

It was decided we wouldn’t get completely everything that cost 99¢, but come very close. We passed on the mandarin oranges as that’s kind of weird, and also the beverage at the time. However, we still ordered two of each of the of the following items: Buffalo Crispy Chicken Sandwich, Crispy Chicken Sandwich, Yogurt with Granola, 5-piece Crispy Chicken Nuggets, Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, Jr. Cheeseburger Deluxe, 1/4lb Double Stack, Small French Fries, and Small Original Chocolate Frosty. Yes, gross. I wanted to pass on the yogurt at least also, but apparently S. Hen fancies the yogurt.

Nearly $20 later and with three bags in our hands, we more or less ate the items in the reversed order they were put in the bags. We started out strong, making it through the 1/4lb Double Stack, Frosty, French Fries, Yogurt, Chicken Nuggets, and Jr. Cheeseburger Deluxe without much issue.

However, we ran into what I’d later deem my new kryptonite: the Buffalo Crispy Chicken Sandwich. Wow, that thing is disgusting. It’s an interesting combination of spiciness, globs of mayo, and a really odd ground-up meat texture. I choked the thing down quickly, but this is where S. Hen requested a break to get something to drink.

After getting a beverage, we continued onto the challenge with only two items remaining. Despite wanting to puke at this point, I was able to quickly consume the Crispy Chicken Sandwich. S. Hen, however, started to complain of stomach issues and cried a bit. He finished most of it, and then he conceded defeat to the 99¢ menu.

As of right now, I have been considering self-induced regurgitation after that terrible idea of S. Hen’s. However, I figured that can’t be an option since that is the first step towards an eating disorder. I read that on the Internets.

Last night I stuck a can of Coke in the freezer since it was warm at the time. Apparently I forgot of its existence.

Upon opening the freezer this morning to grab something for lunch, there were interesting chunks of brown covering everything. After pondering what this could be for a few moments, I noticed a can with the whole top portion of it missing. Above it had frozen Coke encasing the freezer itself and all food within.

It was a Diet Coke since I like to drink healthy when I’m eating a few burgers (with bacon) and slices of pizza (with bacon), so I am blaming this incident on Splenda.

In the past, I have left a can of a beverage in the freezer, but usually the can would just get warped. In this case, the top portion appears to have been ripped from the rest of it.

Once I get my camera back, I’ll post a picture of the can. It is doubtful a picture of my freezer would be given since I don’t wish to admit to the copious amounts of Hot Pockets in there.