• GreenPlasticSushiGrass@kbin.social
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        If that’s the case, they should definitely export it to France, where it will be blamed on Americans, who won’t care because, well, Florida. Canada gets a free pass, no harm done, and I get the Tyrion Lannister Award for Political Intrigue. Everyone wins! (Except for those who actually ate that shit, of course.)

  • RagingNerdoholic@lemmy.ca
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    If I’m ever lazy enough that I’d rather eat this congealed brick of slop vaguely resembling macaroni instead of spending literally five fucking minutes cooking and mixing four ingredients, you have my permission to commit me to a psych ward.

  • oʍʇǝuoǝnu@lemmy.ca
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    Who actually buys this? I stare at it every time I go to the deli half disgusted and half amazed that it’s even a thing

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      Parents of children who go “ooh, mommy/daddy, look at that I want that get that or I will literally scream until I die”.

      Then they have one slice, decide it’s disgusting, and never eat it again.

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      It’s like putting hot dogs in your Mac and cheese only instead of mac & cheese > hot dogs it’s hot dogs > mac & cheese and in a loaf form.

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        But that’s like eating a cold cheese dog out of the package. Sure it’s fully cooked but is it worth it? No, no it isn’t.

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          My homie.

          Grab that cold wiener.

          Grab a slice of cheese.

          Slap them on a piece of bread, the heel if you’re feeling frisky.

          Add mustard, ketchup, and maybe a spoon full of year old relish from the back of the fridge.

          Cram it into your ravening gob.

          Revel in the sheer hedonism and glory that is the stoner dog.