No, this is not a joke. Last weekend a customer of this Las Vegas establishment went into cardiac arrest while consuming a 6,000 calorie Triple Bypass burger that contained 12 slices of bacon. While the waitresses look great in the sexy nurse get up, they were of little help to the suffering patron, and he was rushed to a nearby hospital. While even the Tripple Bypass burger makes the Bic Mac look like a happy meal, Heart Attack Grill has an even bigger burger: the Quadruple Bypass Burger.  This 8,000 calorie ‘clogged artery waiting to happen’ is comprised of four 1/2lb hamburger patties separated by 20 slices of bacon, four slices of cheese, tomato and onion all sandwiched between two buns drizzled in some mayo-ketchup combination. Here at CollegeCandy, we were having trouble grasping the impact of 8,000 calories. I mean, that’s 4 days worth of the recommended daily caloric intake. We put together a nice infographic to help put it into perspective.

[infographic art courtesy of shutterstock]

Young stars with promising futures

Heels for girls who prefer sneakers

My boyfriend thinks I’m fat

She had a heart attack at 29

Charlie Sheen is too damn high (HaHa)

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We talk a lot about birth control around here (a natural progression from our daily musings about sex). We think its ability to stop babies is pretty badass, but many of us aren’t sure if that is worth all the crappy side effects: headaches, bloat, moodiness, debilitating cramps….We seriously thought we had it pretty bad until we found out that all of our suffering was nothing compared to those unlucky ladies who opted for the birth control patch.

While it was marketed as every woman’s dream birth control option (“Lower estrogen! Lasts all month! No need to remember those pesky daily pills!”), it has recently become every woman’s worst nightmare.

“The patch actually delivered much higher doses of estrogen than the pill; Johnson & Johnson failed to reveal this to the public for six years. At least fifty deaths have been attributed to the patch because of this, with thousands more women reporting alarming symptoms.”

The people behind the patch have been dealing with major lawsuits from patch users who experienced blood clots, strokes and heart attacks!

We love our ability to enjoy sex without the worry of havin’ a baby (and getting those awful stretch marks), but really? Stroke? Death? Does Johnson & Johnson really think women are willing to risk their lives for a little no-strings-attached booty?

If you are on the patch, get off of it NOW. There are plenty of other options for you: the pill, the Nuva Ring, an IUD, condoms, or, the tastiest option, Diet Coke? Just tear that thing off and call your doc. Fo realz.

But guess what? You didn’t need help! You hadn’t fallen! You were just crazy! And because I looked back, you decided to take your special brand of insane and run up to my ear and scream “F*CK” again as loud as humanly possible. I mean, I have never heard someone yell that loud before – in my ear no less! I thought I was going to have a heart attack and go deaf!

So special shout out to you, Crazy Insane F*ck Shouting guy! You really made my morning, and even made me spill my Dunkin Donuts coffee all over my leg in sheer terrified surprise. LOVE!

Anyway, the world kind of imploded this week. Cheerleaders were bashed for being cheerleaders, we had flashbacks to 7th grade when our sworn enemy put a dead fish in our locker, that awkward hook-up just became the top dining hall gossip, and we seriously forgot how to actually care.

To make matters worse, we found out that men cheat on us a lot, and John McCain almost didn’t make it to tonight’s debate.

A week like this makes us want to manufacture our own boyfriend, go shopping at American Apparel, find a much younger guy to toy with, eat some candy bar brownies, and eff Jeremy Piven.

At least we learned how to survive that 8 AM class. If nothing else, we’ll be early for the end of the world.

I love Meet the Press. I know it’s nerdy, but I don’t care. Sunday mornings were all about pancakes and Meet The Press.

Sadly, this probably won’t be the case anymore. It’s being reported on the New York Post online that Tim Russert died this afternoon from an apparent heart attack. The 58-year-old anchor of Meet the Press was badass — if not always seemingly a little bugged out — and is responsible for making a lot of political pundits squirm in their seats and stutter like little girls.

According to The Post:

“Tim Russert, NBC journalist and political heavyweight host of “Meet the Press,” has died after collapsing at NBC’s Washington news bureau, a source said…

Russert joined NBC News in 1984. In April 1985, he supervised the live broadcasts of the Today program from Rome, negotiating and arranging an appearance by Pope John Paul II – a first for American television. In 1986 and 1987 Russert led NBC News weeklong broadcasts from South America, Australia and China.

In 2008, Time Magazine named him one of the world’s 100 most influential people.”

Dude, you and your challenging political questions will be missed. Especially in my apartment. On Sundays.

Two weeks ago, 60-year-old technology blogger, Richard Shaw, died of a heart attack. Only a few months earlier, in December, another tech blogger, 50-year-old Marc Orchant, died of a massive coronary. Also in December, the well-known blogger, Om Malik, 41, survived a heart attack.

I told ya. Of course, there is no official diagnosis that blogging caused these incidents, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised. Blogging can be majorly stressful. According to the article, “bloggers complain of weight loss or gain, sleep disorders, exhaustion and other maladies born of the nonstop strain of producing for a news and information cycle that is as always-on as the Internet.”

Michael Arrington, the founder of the popular TechCrunch, is still alive, but claims that since he started his blog 3 years ago, he has gained 30 lbs, developed a severe sleeping disorder, and turned his home into an office for him and 4 employees. He says, “At some point, I’ll have a nervous breakdown and be admitted to the hospital…” Then again, TechCrunch has brought Arrington millions in advertising revenue. Sometimes you need to take risks to make revenues.

The article makes lots of good points about the stresses of blogging. The constant need to be the first to cover a story. The fact that news is always happening, whether it’s 3:00 in the afternoon or 3:00 in the morning. Most non-bloggers wouldn’t consider the life of a blogger to be overly stressful, but in many cases, it is. Of course it doesn’t help that many bloggers sit in front of their computers for hours on end, not getting enough exercise, not sleeping, and eating whatever can be shoveled into their mouths while typing (or just forgetting to eat altogether). Blogging can easily turn into an unhealthy lifestyle if you let it.

Blogging. It’s a dangerous job, but it has to be done. Who needs sleep anyway? I just take naps between posts.

• This is the most confusing story on penis theft ever. (AllAfrica.com)

• I think the worst thing that could happen to Portland is a Hippie Rebellion…not a bio-terrorist attack. (katu.com)

• Hop on the Heart Attack Express and eat at the Bacon Club! On the menu: Bacon infused mint julep? (boston.com)

• Booze Alert: Absinthe is back! 62% alcohol, anyone? (jsonline.com)

• Who’s worse? Britney Spears or the woman who used her infant as a taser shield? (tulsaworld.com)

• Dorm kitchen essentials! Hey, anything’s better than the cafeteria! (COED Magazine)