Sunday mornings, aka "how many pieces of toast and an obscene amount of jam can I stuff into my face before I fall into a deep carbohydrate slumber?". The answer is still pending at 2 because I was just browsing through UFC fighters' and their girlfriends' instagram accounts and it's making me second guess my toast binge.
I really, really love toast and jam. Well, mostly just jam if we're being honest because homegirl over here has an incredibly large sweet tooth.
Throwback to a company dinner last week where I had to share a plate with my colleague cause I was stuffed from a late lunch. And I use "share a plate" very loosely because we only had 2 sotong balls, 1 hashbrown and 2 mini cream puffs sitting on our plate.
Colleague: Eh who wants cake?
Me: I'm very full already eh..........but okay la I'll have a slice.
Colleague: I'm very full already leh.
Me: Me too.
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. (spots uneaten slice of cake on the table)
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But lemme just holla at that 2nd slice of cake real quick.
Apparently my stomach knows no cake limit. Or any limit when it comes to pastries or desserts or sweets or chocolate actually.
You know what? I'm just going to have some more toast and jam la.
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