Breakfast
I hate breakfast at school.
It's awful.
I wake up, go to breakfast, and get slopped some yellow fetus material called scrambled eggs.
Yeah, it's fantastic.
Not to mention the coffee is just abominably bad. Take, for example, some sort of burned root, and that brown sludge you find under your refridgerator, and thats the coffee at Franklin Pierce College.
Back at home, we take breakfast very seriously. That is why we have such fine establishments as Fitzpatricks restaurant. There is no one else in the world who understands breakfast more than Fitzy.
Here are the elements of my breakfast, in order of importance:
2 eggs, over-easy - And I mean overeasy. I want eggs I can stab. I want eggs that will get me 7 years to life no parol. I want orange blood. Instant gratification with every forkfull.
Toast - Crucial for mopping up excess orange blood. If necessary, strawberrry jam.
Bacon - The meat of an animal- which spends its entire life wallowing in mud and bacteria- is definitely a breakfast delicacy.
posted by Dave Swift @ 4:30 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Fitzpatrick's does know how breakfast is done. And the girl who runs the cash register is pretty cool too. Your eggs better not be too over-easy because I would prefer you not in jail, and I also prefer you alive, so don't roll over onto your knife while you're sleeping... I love you.
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
Now can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
ya know whoever sam maybe..i think i just fell in love with him from his comment! haha ne ways...dave...u've just turned me off of ever going to college...if breakfast sux..who knows wat's next!? wat is the world comming to?!
Ah Sammy. You are a Disney Fan! I like seeing your smiling face in the photo. That beach looks like the place all of us in Maine would like to be right now. Take care of yourself and come back to us safe and sane.
That blonde who runs the cash register at Fitzys is really good looking. I hear she's wicked smaht too! Does she have a boyfriend? Let her know I'm looking.
Hey Dave
Use your tongs to fling the yellow stuff back!
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