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breakfast.
SEPTEMBER 25th, 2002
situation one
me: mmm… this oatmeal sure is good!
breakfast god: are you sure you don’t want french toast and scrambled eggs?
me: oooh! tasty.
breakfast god: ahhhahhaha nope sorry. greedy fucking bastard.
me: ok i’ll just go back to my oatmeal then.
other dude: oh sorry man i already ate it. i didn’t think you wanted it.
situation two
me: mmm… this oatmeal sure is fucking great.
breakfast god: are you sure you wouldn’t rather have french toast and scrambled eggs?
me: hmmm… no thanks! this is plenty good.
breakfast god: too bad. you can’t have any more. i would have given you the french toast though!!
me: fine. i’ll take the french toast and eggs then.
other dude: aw, dude, i didn’t think you wanted it. sorry. *burp*
situation three
me: mmm… this oatmeal sure is wicked good.
breakfast god: dude… have some french toast and scrambled eggs!!
me: hmmm… nah, i love oatmeal.
breakfast god: fine then.
me: man that was the best fucking oatmeal ever.
situation four
me: mmm… tasty oatmeal
breakfast god: what up. check this shit out—french toast and scrambled eggs!!
me: hot damn. serve it up.
breakfast god: with pleasure.
me: dang… this is even better than oatmeal.
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