Hunger is one thing. I mean, you need to eat to survive. But I’m talking about when you high AF and a commercial comes on for some food. It could be any food doesn’t matter. So you look in the fridge and ain’t shit there. So you go to 7/11 and it’s all bright. And literally you want to buy everything you see. I mean it ALL looks good. But you got like $3 and some change. So you get some spaghetti and sauce and go back to the pad.
You cut up that one half a onion that’s been in there for ever but somehow is still good. And that wrinkled ass garlic. There always seems to be a little bit of oil left in that empty container that’s been in there for a year. As you get your saute on and start the water boiling, you take another bong rip, add the sauce and stir. Carefully adding a random assortment of “whatever the hell seasoning this is”, your stomach is now doing back-flips in anticipation from the aroma.
You let it simmer, take another rip and add the noodles. When it’s done you laugh at yourself… $50 an eighth chronic, $125 bong, and a $3 spaghetti dinner for two that’s DANK! If that ain’t the munchies I don’t know what is…