I had an ex tell me once that she was gonna "cook up a nice dinner" for me. When I got home I found a mixing bowl with tuna salad. Apparently she had opened up a couple of cans of tuna, chopped some onions and peppers, threw it all together and called it "dinner". I was fucking furious and told her that shit was dog food.
From that moment on, I've been cooking my own meals.
From that moment on, I've been cooking my own meals.