i don't like oatmeal.

yesterday, at a diner in burlington county, i saw a lumberjack eating oatmeal. he looked very sad so i asked if i could sit with him. he nodded, so i sat down and ate my hotcakes. we looked at each other and we connected. we didn't really talk that much, but we connected. well, actually, he talked a lot, but i didn't understand him. it was probably because he only spoke russian.

i think he expected me to pay for his oatmeal. man, russians are cheap.



lumberjacks eat oatmeal without any sugar or syrup. it's really gross.







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