Inspired by our friend Furb, we decided it was time to have a special J-FP article.  Welcome to our first ever J-F Project Presents!  This special edition is dedicated to the wholesome, amazingly nourishing and time honored item known as The McRib.  THE McRib.  We knew we had to do this one up right, so we gathered up as many J-Staffers as we could muster and drove down to one of the local Golden Arches in town.  What you're about to read may astound you, or make you a little woozey.  I'm going with option B...

 Presenting, The McRib.  Tasty, messy and...I gotta be honest.  I didn't scarf one down.  In fact, only 2 out of the five of us were brave enough to even try one of these meaty sandwiches 'o bliss.  Who were our lucky volunteers?  Pop Tart Pat and The Grizz decided they'd man up and devour these things, so Nathan Implosion, Londo and myself agreed to witness this event.  Pat wasn't overly excited, but he was willing to participate out of a love for freedom and dedication to his country...

 The Grizz didn't say much, choosing instead just to dig right in.  We couldn't help but take note of how happy The Grizz was to be partaking of the delicious McRib, and also note how Londo stares on in amazement...

Meanwhile, Triple P was making a mess out of things.  Letting the delicious, I don't know, Barbecue sauce?  Is it Barbecue sauce on those things?  I've gotta admit I've never had one and I don't know anything about them other than the fact that I'd never eat them.  SO, for the sake of conversation, let's call it the McRib Awesome Sauce.  

Alright, so Pat's got this McRib Awesome Sauce all over the place, and for a moment you see that look in his eyes.  Pat begins to wonder just how much he loves his country, and wonders if his love for freedom can help him stomach this...thing.  Meanwhile, The Grizz continues his quest for consumption of the mcribbin'est McRib ever...

The Grizz at this point is very similar to the classic Transformers villian Unicron, devourer of worlds.  Or like the Marvel comics planet eater, that dude, that I can't think of his name right now.  Galactus!  That's it!  Only, when Galactus or Unicron devour worlds, they don't get McRib Awesome Sauce all over their beards...

 Moving right along, so as to not make everyone sick to their stomachs, Triple P continued to stomach down the McRib he ordered, whilst I ate a couple of fries and Implosivo took a break from his delicious McFlurry.  We will say this however, McDonald's fries are fantastic.  There's no denying it.  The other thing they've got going for them is the Oreo McFlurry, which is ten levels of tasty.  

 By this time, Pop Tart Pat had pretty much consumed most of the "sandwich" and decided to take a moment to catch his breath while showing us the insides of this mystical treat.  Or perhaps he was taking time to let things settle.  We're not sure...

 Pop Tart Pat quickly finished the rest of the McRib, then sat back to watch the sepcatcle that is The Grizz.  The Grizz, not quite content with just eating the sandwich, made quick work of his fries, then licked the cardboard container that formerly housed the McRib clean...

 Of course, probably the greatest part of the evening was noticing the lone fry sitting on Grizz's arm.  Somehow, it was spared from his path of destruction and fell to freedom atop The Grizz's arm.  Of course, upon pointing this out, he promptly consumed it as well.

At the end of the evening, we weren't quite sure what to think.  Was the McRib a tasty snack, or was it just a clever ruse?  Honestly, we're not sure.  Triple P didn't really seem to like his and The Grizz didn't take enough time for his tastebuds to even register what was taking place.  

Every year, the Big McD's celebrates the return of this sandwich, and we're not really sure why.  It didn't look that tasty to Londo, N.I. and myself, but perhaps the appeal is in secret narcotics laced within the item itself!  Whether you like the McRib or not is up to you.  We're not here to tell you if it's worth your time and money.  Initially that was our goal, but somewhere in between ordering this mystical sandwich and watching the thing be eaten we realized that we were simply in wonder of it all.  

Maybe the love of the McRib doesn't stem from the taste of the sandwich, but rather the feeling of "What the hell did I just eat?  And was it good or not?"

 --AC