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My local grocery store has better sushi than when I lived in Hawaii. Also helps that the dude who makes it for them used to be a legit sushi chef.

Currently excited for the raw saimin I will have for dinner tonight.

Pozole.

I'm starting to realize that I really need to find a place that sells super healthy vegan-y pizza because I, literally, can't stop myself from eating an entire pizza in a day because they obviously put heroin, or something, in the cheese.
The worst part is that half of the time I don't even feel like eating but the smell of pizza is just so intoxicating I can't help but eat the whole freakin' pizza.
Even if it's meat pizza, I will go to the length of picking off every single piece of meat and basically just eat crust with sauce on it and I have no idea what's wrong with me.

jrfox92 wrote:I'm starting to realize that I really need to find a place that sells super healthy vegan-y pizza because I, literally, can't stop myself from eating an entire pizza in a day because they obviously put heroin, or something, in the cheese.
The worst part is that half of the time I don't even feel like eating but the smell of pizza is just so intoxicating I can't help but eat the whole freakin' pizza.
Even if it's meat pizza, I will go to the length of picking off every single piece of meat and basically just eat crust with sauce on it and I have no idea what's wrong with me.

Whenever I have pizza is when I make it myself. I see people go on able how great pizza is, I just rarely am able to find any that's decent.

These things are fucking disgusting. The chocolate chip is probably the worst. In a past life I was a professional clinician tutoring kids with learning disabilities. I had to get up around 5am when my fucking idiot roommate would arise to the blaring sounds of Eurotrash dance music. I forced myself to eat these things on the grueling commute to work through early-AM work traffic, because they were cheap, small, and didn't require cold storage. I just had to get out of that place ASAP, in order to get away from the horrible noises coming from down the hall. I couldn't be bothered to make myself a proper breakfast, or to sit in a chain eatery, stuffing down stale-tasting bagels and muffins. I grew to really hate the acidic properties of these things in those clinician days. There's not much worse than the bile-like taste of third-rate chocolate and syrupy granola assaulting the back of your throat at 5:30 a.m.

Why continue eating them to this day? Because everyone in my family likes them. An affinity for Little Debbie granola bars might be the only unifying thread in my immediate family. My sister doesn't cook and she doesn't keep leftovers in the fridge, so when she goes out of town, I have to drive 25 minutes out of my way to feed her dog. There's nothing else to eat there, while I handle dog and house maintenance stuff. I hate these things, but you get hungry when you're out of your routine, and there's no convenient place to stop off for a snack.

Sometimes I babysit my brother's kid for up to 11 hours at a time, while he and his wife are at their jobs. My brother is diabetic, and I don't eat meat. There's nothing there except things like wheat bread, wheat pasta, and sausage. That leaves me nothing to snack on except these shitty granola bars. ---I'm south of town, my sister is north of town, and my brother is east of town. The best local food is southwest in the neighboring community. My brother and my sister are in the opposite direction of anything that's not a chain supermarket or restaurant. When I'm on the go, or doing things for my family, I cannot escape eating one of these shitty, mass-produced, factory snack bars. I can't wait until I live somewhere, where these things are no longer a part of my weekly or daily replenishment cycle.

Shit Pizza. You know, chain Pizza. The Hut, Dominos, Papa Johns. Greasy as fuck. A hot circle of garbage. I'll eat it all. Because even the shittiest of shit pizza is still just cheese and tomato on toast at worst. I had a Dominos a few weeks ago, and when I picked up the first slice, a stream of orange ooze just trickled off and into the box, and then quickly solidified. It was like a small-scale T1000. It was mesmerising. I ate the pizza.

Hot Dogs. Hot dogs are my jam, even though they're made out of snout, bollocks, brains, cartilage, saw dust and cancer. The faker and yellower the mustard, the betterer. Get in my mouth.

Those microwave burgers. Rustlers and Snacksters. You nuke it for like 30 seconds, and you have a hamburger, with painted on grill lines and everything. Slap on a bright orange piece of cheese square, and it's ready to inhale. It tastes like salt and regret.

I'll also have a can of Monster Ripper now and again and instantly hate my life afterwards. They come in like, litre cans, too. The youth of today aren't going to live beyond 50 and are going to spawn kids that have a foot for a head.


I'm definitely having a stroke. I've already accepted it. It's coming.

so. hear me out.

Spaghetti-O's, the veggie just shitty red sauce, no meat version.

warm.

with crushed up Sour Cream And Onion Pringles on top.

SON.

the LIFE.

I was/am way too high to have read that. Now I have the most ethically depressing munchies ever.

I mean how do you even eat that and look at yourself in the mirror with any traces of personal self-worth in the morning.

Pretty sure it can't be done.

D.o.S. wrote:I mean how do you even eat that and look at yourself in the mirror with any traces of personal self-worth in the morning.

Pretty sure it can't be done.

mwahhahahhhahahah. are we talking about Pringle-O's? DON'T HATE BABY. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

........... my grrL thinks i am the worst person ever. at least when she tried some Spaghettors.

"it tastes like..... nails. rusty NAILS. and. blood? what is WRONG with you people? how can you EAT LIKE THIS?"

woot AWESOME cultural differences.

behndy wrote:"it tastes like..... nails. rusty NAILS. and. blood? what is WRONG with you people? how can you EAT LIKE THIS?"
woot AWESOME cultural differences.

Kinda worried about what culture you're a part of...
I feel like it's something Nordic that consists of blood sacrifices and such but it could also be some deep southern shit, too.

lulz. i mean. i'm a big strapping blue eyed sort of blonde honkey? so i'm sure there's some Nordic in my mutt like mixture of genes somewhere?

my fam is from TN, i grew up in the Yarea.

IT'S FOOD THAT SUCKS. BUT IS TRASHILY DELICIOUUUUUUUUS.

More_Divebombs wrote:Shit Pizza. You know, chain Pizza. The Hut, Dominos, Papa Johns. Greasy as fuck. A hot circle of garbage. I'll eat it all. Because even the shittiest of shit pizza is still just cheese and tomato on toast at worst. I had a Dominos a few weeks ago, and when I picked up the first slice, a stream of orange ooze just trickled off and into the box, and then quickly solidified. It was like a small-scale T1000. It was mesmerising. I ate the pizza.

Hot Dogs. Hot dogs are my jam, even though they're made out of snout, bollocks, brains, cartilage, saw dust and cancer. The faker and yellower the mustard, the betterer. Get in my mouth.

Those microwave burgers. Rustlers and Snacksters. You nuke it for like 30 seconds, and you have a hamburger, with painted on grill lines and everything. Slap on a bright orange piece of cheese square, and it's ready to inhale. It tastes like salt and regret.

I'll also have a can of Monster Ripper now and again and instantly hate my life afterwards. They come in like, litre cans, too. The youth of today aren't going to live beyond 50 and are going to spawn kids that have a foot for a head.


I'm definitely having a stroke. I've already accepted it. It's coming.

More_Divebombs wrote:Shit Pizza. You know, chain Pizza. The Hut, Dominos, Papa Johns. Greasy as fuck. A hot circle of garbage. I'll eat it all. Because even the shittiest of shit pizza is still just cheese and tomato on toast at worst. I had a Dominos a few weeks ago, and when I picked up the first slice, a stream of orange ooze just trickled off and into the box, and then quickly solidified. It was like a small-scale T1000. It was mesmerising. I ate the pizza.

Hot Dogs. Hot dogs are my jam, even though they're made out of snout, bollocks, brains, cartilage, saw dust and cancer. The faker and yellower the mustard, the betterer. Get in my mouth.

Those microwave burgers. Rustlers and Snacksters. You nuke it for like 30 seconds, and you have a hamburger, with painted on grill lines and everything. Slap on a bright orange piece of cheese square, and it's ready to inhale. It tastes like salt and regret.

I'll also have a can of Monster Ripper now and again and instantly hate my life afterwards. They come in like, litre cans, too. The youth of today aren't going to live beyond 50 and are going to spawn kids that have a foot for a head.


I'm definitely having a stroke. I've already accepted it. It's coming.

I can pretty much get behind all of this. I regrettably buy the microwave White Castle(R)-brand sliders(tm) from time to time.

But any type of sausage should exist and be eaten with no regrets. All sausages/weiners/mysterymeatandcasings are beautiful.

Love some shitty pizza. An Ohio chain called Marcos just opened a few locations in our area and we have been all about that. McDonald's like twice a month after the kids karate class = instant regret. Lately flipping ranch dressing. Not sure when or why that happened, have always hated it but now I'd take a bath it the stuff.