French toast is on the menu this morning.
The freshly baked loaf of bread was purchased in advance last night and set in the cupboard to dry. The anticipation built as I slept on the kitchen floor.
I awake to bread crawling with tiny red ants..
French toast is on the menu this morning.
Eat my bread you fucking ants! Borrow deep into it's fluffy holes and tunnels. Then my sticky egg batter can engulf you. Ant and unborn chicken will fuse together. I'm happy you've invaded my bread. A perfect substitute for my expired vanilla extract.
French toast is on the menu this morning... and it tasts amazing.
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