The first Deadpool was extremely just ok and I’ll probably see this once it ends up on streaming. The whole idea of Deadpool seems way too impressed with its R rating rather than telling a good story. Logan showed what you could do with more leeway towards adult themes. Deadpool shows what you can do if you’re 17.
When Deadpool 1 came out I feel like everything I read painted it as this clever, metatextual look at superhero action movies, with knowing winks and nods (both subtle and, as per the character himself, brash and actively breaking the fourth wall), while also pulling out the stops for the hard-R. I expected something…
NOTES FROM A BIG OL’ DIPSHIT IN THE GRAYS:
I totally thought this was totally a real thing and got excited.
You ate that sandwich, I think it’s clear that you fear nothing.
If I ever get sentenced to death, I’m requesting this sandwich as my last meal, just so that I can spite everyone by dying of a heart attack before they can execute me.
When I was growing up my sister would eat all the skin off of the original recipe chicken and leave just the meat many times on the way home from KFC.
Holy crap. I was thinking, “That looks amazing!” Then, I realized that the pic you provided contains no chicken skins but is instead an actual Tennessee Stack Cake.
The wave function wouldn’t be the only thing collapsing after eating this.
I’m not sure “gilding the lily” is the appropriate term for anything involving this abomination/masterpiece. I think this may be the origin of the greasier metaphor “larding the schmaltz”.
If you mysteriously disappear in the next couple of months we’ll know where to look.
Holy living fuck.
I’m not afraid to sue
OK, some clarification: That original 2010 picture was made to replicate a Double Down, which had the bacon and pinkish mayo sauce in between the chicken buns. Believe it or not, I thought adding bacon to this sandwich would be GILDING THE LILY, and thus I used pickles for some acidic balance.
Oh My Jesus.
Flatten the skins between two hot cast iron skillets.
And now my next band will be named Shrodinger’s Sandwich.
I’m amazed that this wasn’t one of Elvis’s favorite sandwiches.
This is amazing. I’m staggered that I don’t know of any Southerners that are making this and I hope to be shocked into discovering that somebody already is.
What have you done? I’ll tell you. You’ve made a sandwich that is arguably the best and worst sandwich at the same time. Health-wise the worst and taste-wise the best. You’ve made a sandwich that drives one person to ecstasy and several others to agony when they’re left with a bucket of skinless chicken to enjoy.