Brother, German Science Babe, and I are trekking out tonight to see Iron Man 3.
Both of my companions will be their usual, boring, law-abiding citizen selves, but your host will be a sexy scofflaw renegade. Because when we get to the theater I will be smuggling in…a sandwich. And while even criminal masterminds can get stuck in a rut, tonight I will be rutless. Out of my comfort zone! Because while my illicit movie protein source is usually this…
…tonight, it will be the limited-time-only Arby’s Hawaiian Roast Beef!
Uh-oh. I’ve already started second-guessing this difficult decision. Dad-gum. Still, the villainy itself is not to be doubted! I will sneak contraband fast-food meat in to complement the $12 purchase of a large cola and popcorn (with layered “butter”, wimps) and my guilt for the crime will not be crippling. Only near-crippling. Thug Rulez!
UPDATE–OMG, apparently there’s a Wendy’s Spicy Guacamole Chicken Club? Ooooh, baby, you will be mine. And I’m coming for you like a boss!