Hi. I'm looking at you right now and you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking you should read/look/listen at what I post and maybe also add a few more minutes to that cardio workout...I may be a little out of line recommending that you read/look/listen to what I post, but seriously, trust me on the cardio thing... necessarycommentary@gmail.com
My god. Can weekends go by any faster? Seriously now, I blinked and that shit was over. Oh well. My favorite part of the weekend is Sunday-F%$&ing-morning. Why? because of brunch. I love brunch and brunch loves me. Eggs/homefries/bacon are three of the greatest things ever to be teamed together. If this sounds like hyperbole, it isn’t, you’re just too retarded to realize that its actually an understatement.
If you don’t eat brunch on Sunday, you should feel incomplete, like you wasted your entire weekend. I mean sure, you could have cleaned your room, discovered a new star system, and successfully picked up a complete stranger, but brunch is the glue that brings that stuff altogether. No one wants to hear about your accomplishments at Sunday dinner. In case you’re on the fence, did I forget to mention greyhounds and screwdrivers?
Sunday is for brunchers.
