Tonight I decided to open up a box for our dinner.   I had purchased a Banquet - biscuit, chicken, and mashed potato dinner a few weeks ago and it’s been sitting on our counter.

It was relatively easy to put together and I popped it into the oven for 30 minutes.   

The damn thing was so salty we could barely eat it. 

Of course, after the meal I had to call banquet and those bastards and sending me a coupon for the exact same thing.

Gee, thanks.  

Just what I wanted.   Heartattack in a box.