I remember we used to sit around the good TV and watch Grandpa Simpson rant and talk about the good ol' days. Then our mom would come in with a frozen dinner. We'd say, "But we wanted hot-pockets," and mom would tell us that the chinese and stolen them to feed their massive army. Of course this was before Panda Express, and you had to order by letter and number. "Gimme a E13, and don't make it too spicy," we'd say to the Aaaasian.