What are you eating?

[Ideologue]

It has to be.

No kidding.  It looks like a suicide bomber.

[Ed Anger]

Bologna sandwich slathered in miracle whip.

[Caliga]

It has to be.

No kidding.  It looks like a suicide bomber.

Who knew a suicide bomber could look so delicious.

[fhdz]

It has to be.

Haven't you ever seen corned beef hash before?

[sbr]

Bologna sandwich slathered in miracle whip.

What, are you poor?

[Ed Anger]

Bologna sandwich slathered in miracle whip.

What, are you poor?

Worse....hungry.

[Ideologue]

I assume you pan fried them?

[Ed Anger]

I assume you pan fried them?

No. White bread, bologna and miracle whip. I know it wasn't artisan bread made by french bakers, hormone free meat handrubbed before it was slaughtered and handmade mayo made from a 600 year old recipe like the languish snobs are used to, but I WAS FUCKING HUNGRY and dinner wasn't ready yet.

[Ideologue]

I was just asking.   Fried bologna sandwiches are really good.

[Ed Anger]

I was just asking.   Fried bologna sandwiches are really good.

Just trying to smother the incoming 2 pages of analyzing my meals from the Foodie plebs here.

[Admiral Yi]

Just trying to smother the incoming 2 pages of analyzing my meals from the Foodie plebs here.

Bologna goes with mustard you communist.

[Ed Anger]

Just trying to smother the incoming 2 pages of analyzing my meals from the Foodie plebs here.

Bologna goes with mustard you communist.

AHAHA! Only a mustard made from a 2100 year old Roman recipe, you barbarian.

[Ideologue]

They are pretty damned snobby, I agree.

Heh, I can imagine myself at age 70--let's assume I've made money in the meantime--still drinking store-brand soda and snacking on microwave pizzas while my grown children wonder how I became such a skinflint.  Then I'll use the compliance chip I put in their spines to shock them for their insolence.  The future: pretty great.

Bologna goes with mustard you communist.

Though the hifalutin Chosonin has a point.

[Ed Anger]

They are pretty damned snobby, I agree.

Heh, I can imagine myself at age 70--let's assume I've made money in the meantime--still drinking store-brand soda and snacking on microwave pizzas while my grown children wonder how I became such a skinflint.  Then I'll use the compliance chip I put in their spines to shock them for their insolence.  The future: pretty great.

I still eat Spam while I beat my children with a belt.

[Ed Anger]

I am in the process of shoveling Meatball Stew down my maw.

There better be a dessert, or I'm beating my wife.