Why is it that after a night of drinking some beer, all you want the next morning is a kick ass breakfast? I think I would give my right arm for an egg mcmuffin, hash browns and some coffee. Mmmmmmmm.
The other day at work my friend Debbie was joking that I was pregnant (I'm not, for the record) and that she would bring the baby a sausage biscuit for breakfast the next morning. Sure as I live and breathe, she showed up at my desk with a sausage biscuit. It was delicious.
In fact, I think I'm just going to go to McDonalds while my mind is on this. 90210 reruns will have to wait. Yay for Soapnet.
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