In a lighter, but clogged vein: Dietary Disaster

My wife likes the relaxing white noise of football games between teams she cares nothing about. (She gets involved in rooting only for LSU and Illinois. And even I retain some feeling for Illinois teams, as much as I despise the mixture of big-time sports and education.)

Anyway, she just informed me of the latest culinary delight which is being sold at the Texas-Oklahoma football game in Dallas today.

My blood runs cold. We're doomed. Surely, "death to the infidels" will soon be a fact, not just a threat.

My haiku on the end of days:

I've heard the last knell.
Doom. They sell, we consume. But...
Chicken-fried bacon?

Medic!!

My stent's clooging up at the thought...

I'd prefer death by chocolate.

Bill