Hungry Man? Not hungry enough…

So, I’ve just finished a “Hungry Man” fried chicken frozen dinner. Rather, I called off my attempt to do so and considered my meal “finished” soon after it began. They ought to change the name to “Starving Man,” because I think that’s the only degree of hunger that would drive a man to eat that quantity and quality of food.

I can easily say that was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever put in my mouth, and I have distinct memories of eating both cat food and crayons as a child. I would rather resort to digging through neighborhood garbage cans like some sort of suburban pest than try to choke down any of that cr*p again (this is a family blog, so I’ll censor the choicest words for the benefit of our sensitive readers). So gross…