Why breakfast is important�
I�m not one of those people that eats breakfast often. I haven�t eaten breakfast in about eight years. I don�t count that meal I have at around 10am breakfast either. That�s the lazy and/or drunk breakfast. I ate at around 6:30am. It�s insane. I feel pretty well. Usually I�m close to going back to sleep. I thought I had leukemia or light narcolepsy. It turns out I�m lazier than an illegal immigrant. The truly great thing is, I can say anything about illegal immigrants because they have no rights. They need a citizenship first, then they can kick my ass without getting deported.
Wow. Eating breakfast is awesome. I don�t think it is just my illegal immigrant style laziness, I think it is also malnutrition. It would explain why I�m so short. Whenever I grew my body must have been digested. Midgets must have great metabolisms. Speaking of midgets, I always thought they were happy people. Apparently not. I got punched in the face by one. I was on my knees talking to them. I asked them to make me a toy, and they punched me in the face. I wasn�t even mad. It was a highlight of my life. Even more than going to Disney World when I was 5. I would have never remembered that without breakfast.
Breakfast is great. Someone even just said, � Woah Kyler. You have a lot of energy today.� Wow. I just noticed. My middle finger is bleeding. Oh well. I don�t care. I ate breakfast. That makes my bloody finger un-important. Maybe it�s my illegal immigrant style laziness. My laziness is nullified. I shall close my argument now. I have nothing more left to prove. |
