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soup and liquor

I remember that I was hungry one night, and the only thing in my house was an old can of cream of mushroom soup. It was something my ex-girlfriend had left behind. She'd made some kind of casserole with it.
I didn't care. I was hungry.
Anyway, I nuked the son of a bitch and ate it, washing it down with jack daniels. Sounds disgusting, right? It was. Disgusting as hell.