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!