I am not an argumentative sort, but the only brekkie I get excited for is an all you can eat fry up at a hotel (which I always start with cereal, I guess, drenched in full fat milk at the perfect temperature) or a maccies breakfast. The latter makes me want to say sorry, not sorry, because I know what I'm about.
I realized I was an adult when I started getting excited for bed.
This is something a kid would think...
I am not an argumentative sort, but the only brekkie I get excited for is an all you can eat fry up at a hotel (which I always start with cereal, I guess, drenched in full fat milk at the perfect temperature) or a maccies breakfast. The latter makes me want to say sorry, not sorry, because I know what I'm about.
Someone didn't sneak into the kitchen late at night to munch on Lucky Charms marshmallows when their parents were asleep.
There was zero chance of cereal like that being in my house when I was growing up.
My condolences