TGB: cereal, why?
Me: almost out of milk and I don't want to drink the last of it if you're going to need it.
She has her cereal this morning and toodles off to work. I get up a couple hours later, pour my cereal into a bowl (Frosted Mini Wheats, bitches!), slice up my banananananana, open the fridge...
There was ever so little milk. Enough to make my cereal moist.
|The fun is guessing which square is wet!|
Did I ever tell you I am not allowed to give blood because I may have been exposed to Mad Cow disease?
I've become Denny Crane.
Cereal without milk sucks.