popcorn!!

How appropriate. I'm broke and starving. Fuck you, Josh A. Cagan. No, no. I kid. I'm sure you're lovely. But I hate you.

In times like these, I usually reach for toast. 8 to 10 pieces of soggy, buttery, artery clogging toast. 'Cause you know, screw rationing.

If however, I'm out of bread or the rats get to it first, I turn to microwave popcorn.

If that isn't an option, its peanut butter on Ritz crackers.

I'm a cheap, very unhealthy bastard.