Now I was really fucking confused and slightly concerned because it was quiet as shit. “Then why the fuck did you call me?” “Had meatloaf for dinner.” He sounded like he had been personally victimized, and needed some emotional support, but didn’t know who to call. I held my laugh because he was serious. “Oh, yeah… how was that?” “Who the fuck willingly eats meat cake, Don? You eat that shit? I ain’t never seen that shit made before.”
