I was eating one of those little Chef Boyardee-like cups of macaroni and cheese and franks. I checked the ingredients and saw that the franks were made of beef and pork. I thought I tasted something weird. It was so gross. I could feel the pig dirtying up my insides. But that posed a problem. I didn't want to throw the cup away; it was only half eaten. What am I, made of money? But there was pork in it. Such a dilemma.
In the end, I ate the rest of it. Hey, it's a bad economy. It's at the point where I just go to the grocery store as a voyeur. Being at the grocery store is a lot like watching naked ladies in the pornography, it's nice to look even if I know I can't have.
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