Someone stole my last package of ramen.
What, pray tell, is the point of stealing ramen?
It’s the next closest thing to free. It is the embodiment of capitalist enginuity that a full meal (such as it is) can be bought and sold for ten cents a pop. It gives me a strange faith in The American Way.
One meal. Ten cents. God Bless America.
It’s okay, though, because I discovered that spam and refried beans (along with some Taco Bell brand queso) make for outstanding grub.
Yes I eat ramen and spam and yes my wife is a doctor. Why ever do you ask?