Looks Scrumptious, Tastes Like Shit - the Sequel

When I felt really slothful one fine evening after overtime at work (I think I flagged a cab home), I decided it was ma's turn to buy dinner. And so she did. But dinner sucked. I don't know where she got it from (and not to sound unappreciative), but it was so bad it should belong in the dumpster. Well, better luck next time!