Our normally health-conscious Art Director John has a rather atypical preference for McRib sandwiches. For a few months every year, the entire office is subjected to "McRib Mondays" (of which we admittedly often partake). While everyone else celebrates the coming of the new year every December 31st, John silently laments the passing of another McRib season.

This year, we decided to try to do something about it. After a few minutes convincing the manager that we did, in fact, really intend to obtain forty McRibs, our order was placed. A few hours later Steph made the trip down to our local McDonalds to pick them up. Upon identifying herself, the girl at the counter exclaimed, "She's here!" and all the managers came out to see what someone who orders forty McRibs looks like. They even threw in some signage to go with them. Unfortunately, they didn't come with a million dollars.

The McRibs now reside safely in the H10 freezer. If John averages a pace of one per week, it should carry him safely through to the 2011 McRib season. Any bets as to whether he'll make it?