My sandwich

I wish I had a good sandwich.

I was going to make one, but all the bread was moldy, because someone didn't tie it back up. And left it out. Instead of putting it back in the refrigerator. So it molded.

But I was still kinda hungry for lunch so I looked around and found some soup. But none of the pots would sit flat on the stove anymore because Strong Bad and Strong Mad and The Cheat bowled out the bottoms with cherry bombs.

So I figured I'd just eat it cold, but I couldn't even find the can opener. I think Homestar borrowed it. Or maybe Homsar. Like you can't go out and buy your own can opener at Target. Or Fred Meyer. Or Safeway.

I had to open it with one of those triangle can openers that pierce the top. Like you'd use to open a can of Hershey's Syrup. Back when it still came in cans.

But anyway, I guess your life is pretty pathetic.