Astaroth
[*screaming into the void intensifies*]
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It's 3 AM and your stomach growls. You don't feel like cooking, and all the drive-throughs are closed. With no recourse you approach the fridge. Your larder is... lacking. You've eaten microwaved hot dogs every night for the last week and the idea of another mustard-coated dog just isn't appetizing despite the gnawing in your belly.
Then you see it on the bottom shelf. It's left over from a few weeks ago, when you picked it up for a bagel spread. The bagels are long since consumed, but the condiment remains.
Cream cheese.
Do you dare? You do.
You take that cream cheese and you spread it on your hot dog bun. You don't have a knife handy so you use the handle of a fork like the resourceful and classy individual you know yourself to be. You lay the freshly-nuked hot dog on top and watch the cream cheese turn gooey around it. Then you put that shit right in your mouth and you eat it and you like it.
You hate yourself a little more in the morning.
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever made for a late-night emergency snack?
Then you see it on the bottom shelf. It's left over from a few weeks ago, when you picked it up for a bagel spread. The bagels are long since consumed, but the condiment remains.
Cream cheese.
Do you dare? You do.
You take that cream cheese and you spread it on your hot dog bun. You don't have a knife handy so you use the handle of a fork like the resourceful and classy individual you know yourself to be. You lay the freshly-nuked hot dog on top and watch the cream cheese turn gooey around it. Then you put that shit right in your mouth and you eat it and you like it.
You hate yourself a little more in the morning.
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever made for a late-night emergency snack?