With a sense of complete tranquility, you reach for the mustard, the last piece of Tillamook cheese and the item that sent you into the euphoric state you are in, some leftover Loaded Tri-Tip. Your eyes water as you enter a state of natural bliss. ![]() Your once parched mouth begins to salivate with the anticipation of what you are about to consume. You open the fridge and a light shines in the darkness like a ray sent from the heavens and you become elated. You try to say water, but only cracker crumbs burst out of your mouth. In your haste you forget to swallow and begin to cough. ![]() Blindly thrashing around, you come across a box of saltines and frantically rip open the box, devouring one of the dry, flavorless snacks. As you wait for the pain to reside you think to yourself, “will I ever make it?”Īfter what seems like an eternity, you finally make it to the pantry to acquire a quick snack before you awake from your sleepy daze. As you walk down the hallway, it happens again and you keel over in agony. With your eyes half stuck shut, you hobble around in the dark slowly making your way to the kitchen. ![]() You’re hands clench as you groan from hunger. You’re almost asleep and suddenly it happens. It’s 11:30pm and you’re lying in bed watching reruns of Rocko’s Modern Life.
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