I'm sick.
Junk food is grossly appealing to me today.
The following awesomeness is about as processed as I tend to get:
(a claim I can make because the internet can't see the jumbo Russell Stover box over there on the dining table)
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| maybe not the whole bag of peas, that would edge out the junkiness |
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a giant bowl, 5 minutes, a microwave, and a big sprinkling of black pepper
You're welcome.
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