The Renter knows her fried eggs. Not scrambled eggs, not omletts, but fried eggs she can do. I was kidding around today and told her to make me eggs and she did, all before she had to leave for work. I felt bad at first, until I tasted the eggs. And then I wanted more. So thank you, Renter, for the delicious breakfast.
And I'm still bored as hell, you'll probably get a bunch of boring posts again today.
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