… You know what I have for dinner when my son’s not home and I don’t have to cook, or I come home late from work and don’t want to cook, or more typically just don’t plain feel like cooking?
Or maybe a Poptart and a glass of wine. I’ve also been known to eat a bag of Cheetos over the kitchen sink. What? No one’s around to see. And judge.
See. It’s not good for man to be alone. If I were I’d quite possible be dead from scurvy by now.