So on Saturday evening my girlfriend was coming home from work and she texted me and was all like AY NIGGA YOU WANT SOME FOOD and I was all like NAH and she was all like REALLY? I'M GOING TO ARBY'S and I'm all like YEAH I'M GOOD YA HEARD and she was all like K So she comes home and all she'd gotten for herself was the simplest thing, just a roast beef sandwich, no cheddar even. So she loads that porch monkey up with a bunch of Arby's sauce and Horsey sauce and she eats about half of it before getting full because she eats like Pat Morita and then she was all like HEY FAGGOT YOU WANT THE REST and I'm all like WORD LIFE and I eat it and MY FUCKING GOD It was amazing. When did Arby's get so good? It was tender and moist and juicy and sexy and I've literally been thinking about it ever since. Like every hour of every day I'm thinking about Arby's now. I'm going there tonight, fuck it, I've made up my mind.