Yummy Tactical Weapon

Pollished off yet another spctacular example of Uncle Sam's fine cuisine. (This time the menu included Chili and Macaroni, hot chocolate and Skittles. Mmmmm.)

I'm sitting on the floor out of necessity: Katrina seems to have washed away the chairs.

The all-important heating element. (Which smells like poop.) Sure it works, but a microwave is better. The box still cracks me up though:

Food, Water and Exercise are Tactical Weapons

And the picture of the little soldier on the left, gripping a gun in his beefy arms and screaming wildly. He's so angry. He wanted tootsie roll instead of skittles.