Wendy’s called me today. Evidently they’re upset that I made it impossible to think of anything but a torn up crotch when looking at a Spicy Baconator. They let me in on their initiative to rename the Baconator the Torn Up Spicy Crotchonator, and I gave my approval.
Truthfully, Wendy’s should be proud that they’ve come up with a sandwich that can universally be described as looking like a sloppy pile of woman junk. Even my Mom refers to the pic as “the photo of the greasy axe wound.” God love you, Mom.
So with this less-than-stellar post I now move that photo out of the spotlight. Let’s replace it with something else that will haunt your dreams: me taking a pee in Cuba!
