I am not crazy.

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When one is hungry, the mind wanders in many avenues in search of sustenance. There are hundreds of avenues you could choose to walk down. A General Tso's chicken platter from the Chinese place. A gourmet pizza from a hole in the wall Italian shop. Maybe an overpriced burger with truffle fries from the millenial joint that, 'does things a bit differently." 

They all tremble in the presence of true greatness.

Motha fuckin Spaghtetti-O's. I don't know who sat down one day in the 1950's and came up with these little rings of happiness, but I hope they were rewarded with endless wealth. They were living in 3050. These little magical shapes of spaghetti all neatly packaged in a thick red sauce with some cheese. Get a little risky and get them with meatballs. My God. This is truly peak cuisine.

I would rather eat a can of Spaghetti-O's then go to a Gordon Ramsay restaurant for free. I don't even care about how unhealthy they are. They exist solely as a vessel for overbearing whimsy. I just ate a can, and I'm itching. I need more.

I crave my circular delights.

Anyways they're pretty decent solid 7/10 give them a try if you haven't sometime!!!