A triple well-done cinderblock of artery clogging goodness.

I ate this and felt like I had a brick in my stomach.

My brother called it the breakfast of the damned.

This thing is so greasy, it has its own postcode.

I tried to eat it and my face turned red.

This is what happens when you let a fryer decide your destiny.

I think my teeth are now covered in butter.

I woke up and my mouth was screaming at me.

This thing is like a prison for my taste buds.

I’d rather eat gravel than this.