I'm pretty sure when you've reached the bottom of a can this large you're dealing with some nasty, flat, warm dregs.
Even roadkill demands some seasoning.
I'm pretty sure we are all feeling a little jealous right now. I'd love an entire fridge in which to hide my shame.
This is the worst cooking show ever. It has a shamefully catchy theme song though.
I could make the best grilled cheese sandwich with this!
We could all stand to learn a thing or two about getting what we want.
"Eight chips. That's all you get, fatty." -the most judgmental bag of chips ever.