Stiff, stale, sitting in the cupboard in an open packet for two weeks marshallow peeps (must be pink or yellow – very important), gobbled quickly and washed down with a huge cup of cold coffee served in a pint beer mug.
An Inky Easter tradition since my eighteenth birthday!
One (1) cold, hard, cheap grocery store bagel with absolutely nothing on it, consumed while driving to work in the morning. Why, why, why, is this a daily ritual for me? I truly do not enjoy it, and I’m not any less hungry after I finish it than before I start. Yuck.
Just in case anybody felt the urge to give me crap for smoking cigarettes for breakfast, I must divert your attention to msrobyn who eats Funyons.
Funyons!
Breakfast, schmreakfast - if I was stranded on a deserted tarmac island with nothing but a crate of Funyons, I’d eat my toenail clippings.