Maybe there's a new CEO in town, just arrived from Tennessee. Maybe the local StuffMart had a big sale on white, sequined jumpsuits. Maybe listening to the Musak version of "Love Me Tender" playing in the elevators has finally caused insanity. Maybe there's just something horribly toxic, like pompadour hair gel, in the local water supply.
But whatever the reason, bad things are happening in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I give you Exhibit A.
And why do I have this dreadful feeling that it's only a matter of time before someone gets the bright idea to fry this culinary corruption between two slices of white bread, calls it a Hunk O' Burnin' Love sandwich, and sells it for $6.95 (served with the vanilla-flavored All Shook Up milkshake for only $5 more)?