sheesh, seeing senor adams took a lot out of me. i’m ravenous

i’m sitting here chewing on a chocolate poptart of indeterminate age and washing it down with a can of hawaiian punch. if ryan would have come home with me he could have made us some eggs or something. well, he would have had to buy the eggs first. . . but really it’s the thought that counts.

also, when i say that i have a torso like the great plains, that’s not a slam on me. that’s just a comedic hyperbole about how damn long my torso really is (it makes up for having short weiner legs).