Yesterday was one of those days where I said, screw eating healthy. I'm gonna get a whopper. So a friend and I went to Burger King down the street. We stood in line looking at the menu board with drool coming out of the corner of our mouths when we saw it: the FOUR CHEESE WHOPPER! Angels began to sing, I felt joy in my heart (or cholesterol), and a bright, heavenly light appeared. Four Cheeses on a whopper? What could go wrong?