Corndogs...yum

I'm a poor college kid who doesn't like to spend too much money on himself. I'm not a tight-wad or anything, i just don't like spending massive amounts of money on useless things like laundry detergent (yay for Febreeze....ok, so it's my roomate's Febreeze, but that's beside the point).

This kind of reminds me of other day when I had a corn dog for lunch. You know, one of those 25 cent pre-fab-non-biodegradable types that has that funky wooden taste from the stick slammed through the middle of the dog? They're not really that bad...ok, nevermind, they are pretty much that bad. Bad describes it really well actually. One of the institute teacher's walked by with one on a plate, took a bite and said,"Hmmmm". I guess I gave him a weird look or something because he looked up at me and said, "I'm humming because it's warm, not because it's good.

Yeah, you know what i mean

Anyway, after removing the plastic covering and placing the frozen slab of almost-food on a paper plate, I popped it in the microwave for 85 seconds (if you do it for 90 seconds, the backside explodes...still not sure why that happens) then pulled it out, and covered it in crazy amounts of ketchup/mustard (if you put enough mustard and ketchup on, it almost tastes like real food) and started eating the dog.

While eating the batter blasted piece of ultra-processed meat, feeling my arteries clog and my stomach scream, i began to question the the reasons for eating not just one, but two of these things. Usually I'm a pretty rational guy, most of the time...ok, except for that time when I decided that it would be smart to go around and asking random girls to marry me, or when I decided to stay up till 4:00am watching Nacho Libre instead of studying for a test the next morning... but, I mean, there is no diffence in taste between the actual hot dog and the peice of wood jammed through it's center! None at all. Why the hek am I eating these!?.....

And then it hit me: because they're only 25 cents.