Anger.

[xp_angel]

Bobbi promised me a home cooked dinner. Something with love. Something foreign. Something that would fill me with warm, happy feelings.

What the fuck is this?

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[xp_angel]

What people? Poor?

[xp_dominion]

In many cases, yes. If you had extra cash, you chopped up hotdogs to put in it.

[xp_angel]

That sounds even more unpleasant. Cardboard, with bits of salty squishiness.

Disgusting.

Who invented this?!

[xp_dominion]

People who realized there was a market in food that households whose monthly food budget was double digits could afford.

[xp_angel]

I don't think I have the required hardship to understand that sentence.

[xp_dominion]

Yeah, so maybe running down cheap food that most people rely on because it doesn't meet your billion dollar standard isn't the best way to go if you're looking to do something other than look like a clueless privileged asshole.

[xp_angel]

I'm fairly certain I am a clueless, privileged asshole. I've never pretended to be otherwise.