I grabbed a hot pocket out of the vending machine. There was a line to the microwave, and I had to get some reading in before my next class, so I walked out without heating it. It was too frozen to eat, so I put it in my pocket to thaw while I read. Over the next 30 minutes, bit by bit, as pieces of it became soft enough for me to bite off, I ate a frozen hot pocket. And that was my meal.
Let's hear your sad meal/meals.
(For clarity: I've eaten chicken heads, chicken feet, dog, and balut. Those were gross and exotic, but they were not sad. Sad is what we need.)
Let's hear your sad meal/meals.
(For clarity: I've eaten chicken heads, chicken feet, dog, and balut. Those were gross and exotic, but they were not sad. Sad is what we need.)