Is it not pitiful that the Thursday breakfast night in the Caf is the only thing that gets me through my week? It appears to be the only constant in my life because I know that at the end of all things terrible, I will always have breakfast for dinner on Thursday nights.
Now, if only serving bacon on that night was as consistent...
Let's face it. All I really want is some bacon. And Thursday night is the prime-o time.
We could all use a little bacon pick-me-up every once in awhile.
I don't know or care where you will be Thursday night, because I have security in breakfast night. I know where I'll be...
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