I would so kill for some of this right now.
Strolled into work today at zero-dog-thirty, which I think translates roughly to “seven-thirty-four” in human terms.
Waltzed into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of Maple & Brown Sugar flavored oatmeal only to discover in horror and shock and also awe that there was nothing but Original flavor left! The place where there is normally an even distribution of each flavor was clandestinely filled with Original flavor by someone who I’m sure is of ill repute. As if I wouldn’t notice!
That’s when panic set in.
“Is there a plot against me?”
“Are they trying to get me to quit?!”
I checked all the cabinets, rifled thru the packets of Original and after doing that four or five times, concluded that if I was going to eat breakfast this was my only chance. So made myself the usual double helping thinking, “Ah, fuck it, how bad can it be?” How bad can it be indeed!
Please God, make it stop.
I proceeded to my desk, ate a big bite, and found that it’s like spooning mouthfuls of mushy, wet toilet paper into my face. Sustenance must prevail!!
No way can I do this. This shit sucks! Who eats this crap?! Because that’s what it is. Crap. I needs my maple & brown sugar!! But I’m so hungry… UGHHH…
This isn’t breakfast. This is punishment!
August 14th, 2009 at 06:58
Don’t they feed that stuff to horses?
August 14th, 2009 at 10:32
You should have made your own w/ butter, brown sugar, and pancake syrup going into the oat mush.
August 17th, 2009 at 16:09
Only catch is there is none of that fancy stuff at work. Thus the appeal of the pre-flavored packets. We are left with ALL (Maple & Brown Sugar) or NOTHING (Original).