Tonight I enjoyed (well, not really) my patented budget dinner for when you're out of money and can't get to a proper grocery store so you have to go to the bodega on the corner. It includes: (1) mini can of Pringles; (1) can of Chef Boy-R-Dee, cold; (1) 40-oz of Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor; and (1) Hostess Chocolate Pudding Pie. It'll give you the nutrients, chemicals, and artificial preservatives you need to make it for like twenty hours before you need to feed again...you fucking pig.
I have always been a big believer in laying down a foundation of disgusting American processed food before building a shining structure of post-modern design made mostly of the boozes of the world. It's kind of like the U.N. but, y'know, not.
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