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no im not saying what you should do to fit in and succeed i just wanted to help you with your cereal to milk ratio problem.. cereal first would be a way to solve that

if you are happy with your milk first you should by all means keep doing that

,mmmmmmmmmmmm hashies

this is what i mean. in this thread, sigh represents the majority of life. telling us what we must do to fit in and succeed. but the biggest successes have always been the most outlandish people. is that what fate i'm doomed to? will i become unknown or will Hans's Hash House really make me the burgeoning entrepreneur and moneymaker that I've always wanted to be? who wouldn't want some cheap hashbrowns in a box, perfectly cooked and seasoned with whatever additional vegetables, meats, or cheeses mixed in that they like?

i think it's good to be different but you should go cereal first it's more practical like if something is objectively better and easier you should do it

I ALWAYS GO IN MILK FIRST. people tell me im disgusting for this. but am i? am i only disgusting because i don't fit their ideals? i've never been the type to fit in. in fact, when i was the tender age of 3, i ate a worm on a playground while playing the part of a frog. everyone immediately was disgusted, but in reality, they should've been impressed with my dedication to the role. i am a misunderstood soul even to this day

you have to stop going milk first people can change i believe in you it's just tiny steps

i get hungry a lot. every time my stomach rumbles i know it's my body betraying me. if i never ate, i'd save so much money. all i know how to make is spaghetti and eggs. how will i make it in the real world? why am i such a manchild? i'm not really sure. i could make a bowl of cereal for gordon ramsay and he'd probably say i messed it up. i just don't have a good milk to cereal ratio. this may be attributed to the fact that i go in milk first.

i think domestic chickens are the most tragic species on this planet like... they are literally just created so we can eat them it's so sad

i dont think the chicken was a failure because it never had the chance to be anything else, right from the start and its conception it was destined for doom and death, maybe the vein is its way of sticking it to the man, it's not a failure

like wolves and owls are cool and stuff they r good spirit animals ok... but you should really be thanking and worshipping the chicken who provides life to so many with no thanks

i figured out what made me eat the chikcen. i was hugy

i ate lunch today. i think about the fact that i eat chicken and i wonder. what made me eat that chicken? that chicken will never know who i was. that chicken is even more of a speck in the grand scheme of things. that chicken had a particularly untasty vein that had somehow gotten mashed up into the luncheon meat, which makes me think that even in death, it's a failure. maybe we're all the chicken?