So this morning, I went through the cabinet trying to find food. I had the campbell's speghetti's style soup..which i killed from lack of hydration.
Then I grabbed cream corn.
Now I sit here staring at my sad can of corn... starving, but not thinking I could stomach that crap. Why did I think I'd want this?
feeeeewd.
And then, to kick me when I'm down, Malcolm walks over and says "You know we don't have a can opener, right?"
It didn't even occur to me. I'm so stoo-pid!
I'll just sit here and stab at the can with one of my pens.
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