What You'll Need:

4-6 lb. pork butt or shoulder, two if you're expecting to feed more than 10 or so people
Large can of V8 or tomato juice (roughly a quart)
Cup light brown sugar
Liberal splashes or spoonfuls of Worcestershire sauce, cumin, chili powder, garlic, hot sauce, mustard, whatever your taste preferences
Salt and pepper
Vegetable oil

Season all sides of the pork with kosher salt and pepper. Have your pot on medium-high heat and add a drizzle of oil, then sear that luscious chunk of meat on all sides for a few minutes until it's nice and browned all over. Then add a quart of V8 or tomato juice, and literally anything else you want. Cumin, chili powder, garlic, Worcestershire, a can of root beer, a near-mint Darryl Strawberry rookie card ... you would have to make a concerted effort for this to turn out bad.

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Or just exceptionally forgetful.

Bring all that good wet stuff to a simmer, put the heat down to low, put the lid on the pot, and freaking go do your taxes, because the longer that bad boy sits, the better the results. Give it two hours, minimum.

When you come back and open it up, your olfactory nerve is going to punch its dick with its own dick. Final seasoning with salt (kosher please, for the love of Pete) and pepper always helps. Then shred the meat with two forks and grab some hamburger buns or tortillas. Congrats, you've made some broke-ass pulled pork.

What You'll Need:

Bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos
Bag of Combos, any flavor
Jar of salsa
Bag of shredded cheddar cheese
Bottle of ranch dressing (optional)
Thing to pound or pummel the bag of Combos (heavy ladle, fists, etc.)

Using the time-tested method of carefully putting one foot in front of the other, gently walk your impaired ass to the oven and turn it to roughly 300 degrees. Open the Doritos and lay them out in a single layer on a cookie sheet. Lay the Combos on the counter, then punch or smash that poor bag of cheese-filled snacks until the screaming subsides. Seriously, like, take your week out on that bitch.

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Don't forget to yell "C-C-C-Combo breaker!"

If your boozy brute force didn't already open the bag, you may now do so. Sprinkle the Combo shards over the Doritos, then spoon some salsa on top of that, followed by some shredded cheese. Repeat as many times as you wish, then slide the tray into the oven. DO NOT FORGET IT. Give a good five minutes for the cheese to get all bubbly, then pull it out and absolutely unleash your own personal Antietam on that poor tray of prison nachos. Top with some drizzled ranch dressing if you're feeling zesty.

When you awake the next morning, there will be something resembling American Gladiators operating the floor of the New York Stock Exchange going on inside of your head. That's to be expected. No risk, no reward, as Phil Collins probably said.

If you're a lucky skunk who prepares ahead of time, you might have some eggs, milk, bacon, and bread in the house, in which case you're basically a god. High-five yourself and get ready to dick-slap a hangover. These staples of the American household are the only things separating you from the hordes which would normally be clogging up the doorway of a Bob Evans right now. And they could very well save your life. I give you ... the French toast bacon grilled cheese sandwich.

What You'll Need:

2 slices of white bread
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 cup of milk
2 slices of bacon
1 slice of American cheese
800 mg ibuprofen, taken with tap water

Crack the egg into a bowl and add the milk, cinnamon, and vanilla. Whisk until combined. Set aside.

On medium heat, place your bacon in the pan and cook on both sides until it looks like ... well, you've fucking seen bacon. Just make it look like that. Set aside on a folded paper towel. Drain some of the bacon fat off, but leave a little in the bottom. Dip one slice of bread in the prepared egg batter until coated and lay in the hot pan (the bread, not your body). Cook on one side for 2-3 minutes until nicely browned, then flip the bread and repeat on the other side. Set the first piece of french toast aside and repeat with the next piece of bread. Once that's heavily blessed on both sides, assemble the sandwich with the bacon in the middle and a slice of cheese. Plop a chunk of butter in the pan and cook the sandwich on both sides for a minute or so to let the cheese melt, and then plop yourself in front of the TV, because Blue Streak is on somewhere, and it needs to be watched.

We've all been there, bucko. The guy or girl in your life has decided that theirs would be way better if yours wasn't in it. It's never an easy thing. And some people react to that roiling tummyhurt of a situation in different ways. Some folks take up exercise, thinking that jogging will help them run away from the fact that they presented themselves in the purest form to another human being and were promptly given the ol' "Go fuck yourself until you die of fuck poisoning." Some people will surround themselves with friends, halfheartedly playing Cards Against Humanity and hoping the cacophony around them will drown out the desperate, throaty howl of the blood demon in their heads urging someone, anyone, to PLEASE ACCEPT ME JUST TOUCH MY HAND. Some people eat.

This is the time to cast worry to the wind. No one wants your slightly sweaty, on-the-verge-of-tears self anyway. So why not eat a whole pizza? But let's say you did want to introduce a little class into your current situation, instead of eating all the cookie dough chunks out of the ice cream. Just a thought. You need something sweet that takes no effort to make, in order to get those dopamine levels elevated in the Nucleus Accumbens. No, I didn't Google that. Shut up.

First, let's do chocolate brownie "truffles".

What You'll Need:

1 box brownie mix
1 bag chocolate chips
Yep, that's it ... No, seriously

Make and prepare the brownie mix like it says on the box, but take it out of the oven a couple of minutes before you're supposed to, so it's slightly undercooked. When it cools, you should be able to roll it into balls. Place the chocolate chips in a microwaveable bowl. Nuke the chocolate in 20-second intervals, stirring each time, until it's melted. Dip your brownie balls one at a time (you can use a slotted spoon for this, or stick a toothpick in each one while dipping) in the chocolate, letting excess chocolate run off, then set each ball on a cookie sheet with tinfoil or wax paper on the bottom. Let the tray sit until the chocolate is hardened and set, or place it in the fridge to speed things up. Eat. Cry.

And let's cap that shit off with a homemade toffee chaser.

What You'll Need:

1 cup unsalted butter, cut into cubes
1 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups chocolate chips

Line a cookie sheet with parchment or wax paper. Combine the butter, sugar, and salt in a saucepan over medium heat. Whisk constantly until the butter is melted and the mixture turns an almond color, roughly 10-15 minutes. You are basically cooking sugar, so do take care, as this shit is hot as asphalt. Spill that on your crotch and your desire to date will vaporize for all the wrong reasons.

Pour the mixture into the prepared cookie pan and spread it evenly. Sprinkle the chocolate chips over the top and let them kinda melt for a minute or two, then spread that out evenly as well. Let cool for a couple of hours, and then you can break that shit up and get to chompin' that instead of handfuls of Prozac.

What You'll Need:

2 steaks, your choice (NY strip, filet mignon, and ribeye are all fine)
1 package pre-sliced baby bella mushrooms
1 cup red wine
1/2 stick unsalted butter
6 sprigs of thyme
2 bunches fresh green beans
Kosher salt and pepper
Vegetable oil

Place a large saute pan on the stove top over medium-high heat. Drizzle some oil in the pan and wait until it just starts smoking. Salt and pepper both sides of your steaks, and then add them to the hot pan. Sear 4-5 minutes until browned, then repeat on the other side.

Now is where you'll determine the doneness of your meat. Let's say you want your steak cooked medium, while your partner prefers well-done. That's when I use my hand (sizzle). Using your left hand, touch the tip of your index finger to the tip of your thumb. With your other hand, feel the fleshy part of your hand just under your thumb. That's what a rare steak feels like. And so it goes with each finger. Middle finger to thumb equals medium rare. Ring finger is medium. Pinkie is well done.

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Either a medium steak, or the newest gang to hit the streets of rural Maryland.

Just before you remove the steaks from the pan, add the thyme springs and that big-ass chunk of butter in there. Let it melt, then take a spoon and baste the tops of the steaks continuously with it. This not only adds juiciness and butter flavor, but also crisps up the outside of the meat even more AND makes you look ridiculously cool.

Set the steaks aside on a plate to rest. Put another drizzle of oil in your hot pan and add the mushrooms. Season them with salt and pepper and cook them, tossing occasionally, until they release their water and start to take on some color, about 8 minutes, then remove from the pan. Add the green beans with a little oil and let them blister in the pan, then remove. Add the wine, and let the liquid cook down until thickened. Plate your steaks on top of the crispy green beans, and top with all that mushroomed, winey love. Enjoy the sex.