Pancakes... to go... at 7PM with a beer and a cigarette called "Wild Horse" after I asked the liquor store guy, "What is your cheapest cigarette? I just want one." And he gave me it and it tasted like a migraine incarnate.
** Disclaimer. I despise it when girls Facebook or twitter or whatever about how embarrassed they are by what they ate. So I'd just like to state I am NOT embarrassed about this. It was just pointed out to me that it was disgusting and sad. Seriously, if I see one more, "It's Saturday night and I'm curling up with a whole Digiorno pizza! I'm such a lameo!" I'm going to throw up all over my computer and call her and make her buy me a new computer. And if she says, "What? Why would I do that, who is this?" I'll be like, "Oh really? I'm going to kill your whole family."**
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