Ugly People

by twofiftyorless

The world has a perception of my country that I fear we will not (cannot?) change. Worse yet, it may be deserved.

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We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I’m making waffles! –Donkey

If I could eat breakfast 3 meals per day I would. I could easily be content with a big bowl of cereal in the morning, a large muffin in the afternoon and a proper breakfast in the evening. When I say “proper”, I mean eggs, sausage, english muffin, bacon and some product initially constituted from flour, be it french toast, pancakes or waffles. Of course, I prefer waffles, because of the little syrup receptacles that just soak up all the natural sugary goodness I pour on top (none of that high-fructose corn syrup-stuff for me!) and how they become soft little syrup-bombs that I put in my mouth with each bite. Admittedly, such a meal is an exercise in excess, but I am comfortable with that.

But, as much as I love waffles, this was disturbing.

Even Donkey would agree: I don’t care how much you like a waffles or how good the price is, you don’t need to act like a jackass.