I opted for the dog, and it came wrapped in some kind of 13 Reasons Why the only way to learn the secret is to press play shirt. It tasted weird, but I got through it. I didn’t ask for a second one. My belly was already rumbling a bit. A week or so later, we’re visiting, and FIL tells this amusing story of how they were sitting at home and heard this loud bang and went looking around the house to see if a bird had hit a window. Later, he looked in the fridge and found a mess. A can of dough you know the kind I’m talking about, right? had exploded in the back of the fridge and dough was all over the the place. MIL started scraping the dough off of everything and “saving” it in a bowl. FIL mentioned that the can of dough was expired by three years. Three-year-old dough, spewed onto the fridge walls, shelves, and contents, then saved in a bowl to be used in the future.