Sloppy Joes. And not even special, gourmet Sloppy Joes, just browned hamburger meat and a can of, Jesus forgive me, Manwich, on white buns. It's my secret shame.
It's not like I have a horrible diet or eat a lot of junk food, or anything. It's just that every once and a while I get a craving, and once I make em up I cannot stop eating them. I mean, eat till I'm actually kinda sick can't stop.
Something about white bread and meat and tomato sauce is like heroin to me. My only solution is to make them infrequently.
That which doesn't kill you weakens you slightly and makes you less able to cope until you're completely incapacitated
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