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A couple weeks ago, Megan and I entered our Rueben Hotdish in the Hotdish Revolution. We were one of many (I’m guessing 150?) different Hotdishes. It should also be noted that we totally made up our recipe for the Rueben Hotdish, because for some reason, we were both under the impression that we had to enter an original dish. For the uninitiated, Hotdish is the regional name for casserole here in Minnesota.
Here’s a picture of me, either feigning suffering in defeat or actually suffering in gastrointestinal distress. Megan looks like she’s cool with my imminent death.
It was so gross to eat so many different weird-looking foods, but they had Grain Belt Premium in kegs for whatever you felt like paying. Somebody entered Thai Curry, which was good, but not a hotdish.
Good Times.
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Got laid off today. In that box is all the stuff I emptied from my desk. I was waiting for my boss, who also got laid off today, to grab some stuff before we got unemployed beers. Last week I was up for a raise. This week, I’m one of six people who got laid off. AWESOME.
Capitalism = fucked to death bullshit wasteland system. Marx was right.
