Not for Big Star, I got the feeling that cup o noodles was just the vehicle for carrying the Slim Jims. And I like that chunks of Slim Jims, that's the manly portion. No dicing or slicing for Big Star.
My boss, also a bud, and I drove from Portland to Seattle in the winter one time and decided to go snack-a-rama on the way and bought a 6 pack of tallboys, some pickled eggs, pork skins and Slim Jims. Well, all that began to percolate in our stomachs and build up gas that could wipe out a small island. I looked over as the odor, unlike anything I'd smelled before except maybe the combination of a paper mill and Sulphur pit, and could swear I saw a mushroom shaped cloud rising from his seat. We had to pull over and get out of the car and our eyes were burning. We couldn't even laugh at our own farts, a true crime, for fear of taking too deep a breath and passing out. We drove the rest of the way with the windows down and it was in the 30's. If we'd had a gun, the authorities would have ruled it a justifiable murder/suicide.
Ribeye bone in with Blue cheese and Rosemary.
If you want to add extra that's on you. It's a week night.
