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I feel his pain. I can’t count how many times I’ve had the recurring nightmare of going to the fridge and seeing it empty. No joke, I haven’t gone food shopping in like a month. I’m a disgrace. I keep opening the fridge, expecting to see a miraculous appearance of something edible besides ketchup and expired Grey Poupon.

You’d be surprised how long a man can survive on ketchup.