During a long day of work where everything make you wish you were dead and no one will talk to you because you call them all "peasant", nothing hits the spot quite like vending machine lobster bisque.
Lobster bisque has been a snack treat since 540 BC when Judas burned some lobster shells and added some milk and shit or whatever the fuck and sour cream and really just a bunch of red onions and butter and served it to some of his friends.
They should really call it dairy bisque. Also, are eggs dairy? I don't think so. I associate dairy with cows, and I have yet to meet a cow that lays eggs. Godfuckingdamnit.
Anyway, back to the point: lobster bisque is great at any time of day, whether served in a discarded Flintstone's push pop tube or in the traditional manner, atop a day old blondie, it's a nutritous food the likes of which many people could only dream of.
So I say eat up, Judas. Serve your friends proudly, and don't let that crippling feeling of hatred and bitterness that you would literally swallow glass to dispel ruin your day!
