Napkin Diary's..... 2:30 or close?
Cupboards seem close to bare, hunger knocks on the back door of "feed me now." After the exhausting look through the significant others less than desireable crusty and un-used cook books handed down from the intensely missed grandmother you never had the pleasure to sample the better than ever meals bragged about, you find a tin can of consumable "why not." Putting the ever so fact that too much to drink and I spent all my cunsumption bargaining leverage tools we label denero, and rustle through the junk drawer to find the most respectfull god of all utensils, the priceless .99 cent half bent somewhat rusted delevery of fullfillment we would slur the name whith the intension of nameing it can opener. Feeding your drunkin truth stretching pie hole to maybe score some points to grab a ride and find an oportutunity to shift the check on the unsuspecting recepiant at denny's, you gaze upon your cindrical tin can of this won't respect me in the morning, and somehow notice you opened it upside down.
"Danny Legend"
