I was working out in my dreams.
...that counts! Have a cinamon roll on me.
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You're right, ribit!
"working out" in my dreams was hard work, hon.
I woke up in a sweat, no shid, and I wasn't really prepared. NO SWEAT PANTS ON - < surprise >
I could go for that cinnamon roll right now.
Zim used to bring me breakfast on occasion, but NOW?
No way. It could be that there was some kind of side deal regarding sexual favors, but I was unaware of that, and I haven't gotten breakfast in a long time.
(I hate this, but just so there is no misunderstanding: I AM KIDDING!)