Jordan aka FltAdmlWolf

Wendy's is across the street from our apartment, so it's our fallback on nights when Hank Hedland going to be really late after work or just doesn't feel like cooking. Last night I had a double burger and this morning I woke up feeling like someone had been kicking me in the head repeatedly overnight.

You all know me -- I'd rather walk on my own two lips than jump to conclusions, but all I can think is that greasy hamburger hurt my brain. They should change the name from Wendy's to The Crab...