This is a song I wrote because I was really sad. ...
In the future
TV dinners will be frozen… IN TIME. Think about it. Fresh out of the oven at the TV Dinner Manufacturing Facility. Locked in a time capsule that freezes time. Then when you open it back up the TV dinner’s time resumes and has no idea it’s been in my cupboard for 28 weeks. You heard it here first.
Check this shit… steamed artichokes with chipotle aioli; frisée salad with anise, rice vinager, & chardonnay; grilled corn on the cob with smoked salt and purple basil compound butter; dried chili rubbed pork tenderloin with fuji apple & pear compote. C’est what I’m making for dinner tomorrow night for my brother’s birthday.