I don't even know how this is possible, but somebody dreamed it up, did it, and created an entire hilarious website dedicated to it, including photographic evidence of the creation and consumption of deep fried mayonnaise balls. I can't possibly think of anything to add.

ladies and gentleman: friedmayonnaise.com

Two potato latkes.

A heaping helping of brisket.

Say hello to the Jews' version of the Monte Cristo. 

Only at Junior's in Brooklyn.

The simple genius of this innocent looking little nugget of artery death is sublime. Recipe courtesy of the fine folk of culinarydisaster.com.
 
Since I'm a greedy cheesehead, I'd prefer this smothered in a thick sharp cheddar cheese sauce. But then again, I have my own diamond-tipped Rotoblator at home that I can slip into my femoral artery any old time to chisel out my arterial cheese chunks.
 
If you're a serious cheese swiller, like me, you should start snaking your own coronary arteries too, or you just might end up with a first class ticket on the endarterectomy train.