I ate a hamburger for breakfast, and then I got eggs for lunch...
You sound like this Armenian kid in my 11th grade AP US History class, we were planning for a party for finals (it was going to be in the morning) and he said:
Him: I'll bring chicken. Me: Chicken for breakfast? Him: Yeah, in Armenia you get chicken for breakfast. Me: So dinner is cereal? Him: Yeah. Me: So what's for lunch? Him: Whatever you can find.
I ate a hamburger for breakfast, and then I got eggs for lunch...
You sound like this Armenian kid in my 11th grade AP US History class, we were planning for a party for finals (it was going to be in the morning) and he said:
Him: I'll bring chicken. Me: Chicken for breakfast? Him: Yeah, in Armenia you get chicken for breakfast. Me: So dinner is cereal? Him: Yeah. Me: So what's for lunch? Him: Whatever you can find.
And that's exactly how my life in my own house goes. Nothing is your's unless you kill it and eat it before the scavagers come...