So this was a long time coming, but I finally tried KFC’s Double Down sandwich. We delusions that it was going to be an epic contest: who could eat the most!? Like Nathan’s on the 4th of July, my friend’s back yard was going to be the site of an eating contest. I guess the main advantage that the Coney Island landmark has is that their hot dogs actually taste good. “who can eat the most?” turned into “who can finish one?” I still won. Should have gotten a coupon for a free triple bypass in return, but all I got was a heightened sense of pride (and disgust).
How the heck do I turn this into a post about math? I have no idea. I do have an idea how to make a tasteless joke about this challenge though.
I need to find a wife with enormous (DD – DoubleDown) [chicken] breasts. My friend who could not finish? He can settle for anyone else. To the victor goes the spoils.
I haven’t had my camera with me lately, so I have not been able to take any pictures. But I do have 7 transactions. So far, I’ve got 1, 1, 3, 5, 8, 8, 0. I hardly think 7 will win me the Nobel Prize. Help!