Dammit!

[Marcdachamp]

I'm drungry (drunk/hungry) as hell. All night I've been thinking about two slices of cold pizza in my fridge. I get home from the bar: GONE! DAMMIT! Chips are good, but I need substance!

[Bryan H]

I was in a similar predicament earlier. Except that I remembered I had a bag of cold spaghetti in the fridge.

There must be something edible. Barring that, you can go to a gas station and get a burrito. For me though, that turns out to not be good a couple hours later.

[Marcdachamp]

I was in a similar predicament earlier. Except that I remembered I had a bag of cold spaghetti in the fridge.

There must be something edible. Barring that, you can go to a gas station and get a burrito. For me though, that turns out to not be good a couple hours later.

McDonalds is in driving distance, but that didn't work out well last weekend.

[Humphrey_Lee]

I have pudding!

[Bryan H]

McDonalds is in driving distance, but that didn't work out well last weekend.

Was it the food? If so, get a McFlurry. That's not made of cow eyeballs yet I don't think.

Dammit, now you're making me hungry again.

[Marcdachamp]

Was it the food? If so, get a McFlurry. That's not made of cow eyeballs yet I don't think.

Dammit, now you're making me hungry again.
I'm going with a Lean pocket. Pray for me.

Last weekend, after a drunken McOuting, I swear to God I felt like something out of a Ridley Scott movie was gonna pop outta my chest.

[Bryan H]

I'm going with a Lean pocket. Pray for me.

Last weekend, after a drunken McOuting, I swear to God I felt like something out of a Ridley Scott movie was gonna pop outta my chest.

A-ha, I know that feeling well.

Now you put Jim Gaffigan in my head. "Want a Hot Pocket Hot Pocket? Tastes just like a Hot Pocket." I feel for your rectum.

[Marcdachamp]

A-ha, I know that feeling well.

Now you put Jim Gaffigan in my head. "Want a Hot Pocket Hot Pocket? Tastes just like a Hot Pocket." I feel for your rectum.

God, I love Gaffigan.