i'm not proud of it,
but i do this:
a live-alone vegan expert sandwich.
double-veggie boca burgers,
pan-fried tofurkey slices,
cholula chipotle hot sauce,
and some bib lettuce,
(mostly for the photo's sake).
loss of sleep?
lack of appetite?
general malaise?
put that in your face, and cure it all-
it's every night's delight, my ninjas.
like, for real, every night.
what's for dinner?
brown circles.
and you'll notice there's no plate, yeah?
yeah.
dining alone means F* doing dishes,
y'heard?
i'm not starving,
unless it's for attention.
but i'm sure as sh!t not satisfied.
i've got plenty more, as well.
well-stocked with box after box of bachelor patties
for my bachelor padded-cell.
awwwwwwwwwwwwww.
but how many days in a row is too many?
it depends.
most times, the object is MORE anyway, right?
a week of this meal and i'm still going strong,
but four months of other worse things,
and i'm wasting away.
i need the nutrients, kids,
not just the sustenance.
that's a fact;
never quiet, never soft.....
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