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its over. after yesterdays lonely breakfast you can all burn in hell.
I love your breakfast posts. I was late in yesterday or I would have been there. Fine, I'll go toast.
fake cornflakes and orange c, mixed with waitrose own orange juice cos i didnt have enough to make a proper glassful.
thought for the morning: why is there so often a small puddle of piss under every male urinal, even in posh offices where nobody (probably) is drunk? is there a common yet unspoken fear of urinals that means men are shaking and cowering away from them whilst weeing? maybe its like the scene in IT and they think pennywise willcome out and touch their winkie whilst screaming 'dont you want it? dONT YOU WANNA BALLOOOON GEORGIE?'
I had real cornflakes, although I dabbled with these new fangled honey variety, which, lets face it, are just crunchy nut without the nut. Disappointing.
I have lychees in my bag for later.
Sorry, I can't contribute to the urinal ponder, no really, I CAN'T. I'm not allowed.
it doesn't make any sense. sometimes i am staggered by the inaccuracy of some men.
do you not think there's a bit of a chicken and egg situation, though? nobody wants to stand very close to a disgusting urinal, so you take a step back and have a long shot. if you're of masterful accuracy that's fine but if you miss the next guy has to stand further back still...
but my 500g but is running dry.
special K = so expensive for a breakfast cereal which is marketed on the basis that it contains nothing.
is `start´. easily.
eaten out of the one clean bowl i have left.
nothing for lunch as my bread ran out and i couldn't be bothered to go to sainsburys because it was raining.
if I have time - bet you simply cannot wait
must come next. i can't wait.
at about 1am so I'm classing that as my breakfast.