Secondly, I use the term "omelet" loosely. Please don't go out and eat a bunch of omelets thinking my guy has approved that. When I say omelet what I actually mean is egg whites and no cheese.
Yeah, I know, it just lost all appeal.
I do fry up some veggies to add character.
Still no? All right. Moving on.
Thirdly, I owe my mother an apology. I burped in the video and did not excuse myself. I am sure she's appalled.
But you know what? Now that I think about it, I think she owes me an apology. I do believe she might be responsible for my love of pop. Yes, that's what we call pop addiction around here.
A love of pop.
I burp because I drink pop. So therefore, by that rationale, my mummy made me burp.
Excuse you, mummy.
On a completely different note, I think it's time to hold a world wide seminar on how to walk the halls, turn corners and go through doorways when there is an option of two doors at the university. I swear, this generation of young people has been taught nothing by their mothers.
Stay on the right side, people. Stay to the right.
This is not rocket science.