Cold, barely cut, thicker than a flip flop, better off biting a tire off the back of a Jeep. Shit was somehow dry yet the box felt like they fished out of the Atlantic, had enough salt to serve the Mass Turnpike and the crust was like a rotten stick flipped out of a swamp. Bambi coulda slept in the fucking seasoning on top while Nemo swam in the grease. I drank the sauce on the side and that was about it. You woulda thought blind man Billy cooked this shit in the Sahara after a rain storm and then delivery driver Dan smashed it all over his WRX after his stray dog rolled in it covered in shit. Absolutely disgusting .
