Dominos Pizza for dinner. Have I given up on life?
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The worst thing about Dominos Pizza for dinner: everything. But especially the shame.
Dear god. Is that supposed to be a meat? What manner of beast was it cut from? I suspect something with six legs.
New rule. NEW FUCKING RULE: Anything that undergoes a process of being pulped, dyed, extruded, and then set in a plastic wrapper… hereby forfeits its right to be called a meat. End of fucking story.
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- 20 October 2010 / 7pm
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