Does anyone else ever do this?
No, I eat air.
You dine on semen.
no, I dine in hell.
On a diet of semen.
I didn't have anything. I passed up a couple of donuts at around 8:15.
I had Oatmeal.
[quote=Omni;738582]On a diet of hot air
Fixed.
No.
YES.
EW OATMEAL IS ****ING GROSS HOLY **** IM ****ING SCARED OF THAT **** **** YOU I HATE YOU
I didnt have breakfast. I waited till 12 and had Taco Bell. It was amazing.
ooh
I eat breakfast, a lot.
alrighty, going to bed. Keep it fresh dudes.
Oatmeal is delicious. I eat it raw.
I just ate a bowl of cerial.
I had eggs and toast this morning. :)
This morning I had scotch pancakes.
You're groggy in the morning. You haven't had your coffee yet. With a sigh, you step outside, and as you turn from locking the door, you think you see the split-second flash of a reflection on glass come from the dark alley across the street. However, lacking caffeine vital to your ability to function, you think nothing of it, and trudge on towards school. You're being watched.
As you walk away from your building, you fail to notice an unusually dry cardboard box among many soaked from the constant drizzle. From the corner of your eye, you see the box tossed violently aside, and a person wearing a Quaker mask quickly emerges from beneath. You turn around, adrenaline pumping as the terror tickles your spine. You freeze as a shotgun is raised to the agents' shoulder. A deafening crack echos through the alley. You fall backwards as you are struck by several peices of shot. You keep your eyes shut tight as you wince and feel for your wound. You quickly realize that the situation is far more serious than you had anticipated.
Hot, slightly burnt oatmeal is plastered across your jacket. You choke, as shock sets in. The pavement is cold and wet, and you slip as you scramble to flee from certain demise.
A clean, mechanical "ka-check" indicates this is far from over. A red plastic sheel rolls from the agent and bumps your knee. 'OATMEAL 12 GAUGE' is printed on the side. The agent steps out of the dark alley.
You try once again to get away. A second shot is fired, oatmeal splattering across the back of your head. You scream out in pure agony, and start ripping your hair from your head. The agent slides back into the shadows, the mission objective complete. Nobody is beyond the grasp of the oatmeal industry.
TACTICAL BREAKFAST ACTION
Yeah I'm gonna eat some cereal cuz it's BREAKFASTIME!
I ATE FROSTED FLAKES FOR BREAKFAST.