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[Ultimate Paragon]

What really bothers me is that apparently people in Japan are more likely to have sheep or rabbit for breakfast than cereal.

Or no breakfast at all, perhaps?

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As for the businessman, perhaps he was gnawing on his lip.

He was a bit nervous from a long night of throwing toddlers into the sea.

FTFY.

[Sigmaleph]

Mutton and rabbit are tasty.  I'd have them for breakfast if that was what was served.

EDIT:  That reminds me.  My uncle tried some dog in Vietnam back in the war.   He said it was actually not bad.  Certainly better than he'd expected.

Mutton and rabbit are delicious, but they're not what I'd intuitively call "breakfast food". (then again, I tend to be kind of weirded out by Americans eating bacon and eggs for breakfast, so it could just be a cultural thing)

[SpaceProg]

Well, pretty much, growing up I had all different things for breakfast.  There was no set type of food, really.  Sometimes I'd eat leftovers from the previous night's supper if there were any.  Heck, my mom sometimes fixes what she calls "breakfast-Supper"   which is just something like bacon and eggs, or sausage and biscuits with gravy.

To me, breakfast has always just been "the first meal of the day" and only that.  No specifics. :D

[Sigmaleph]

I currently own almost 28 cents in Stellar.

[SpaceProg]

Whatever will you do with all that money?

[Sigmaleph]

After converting to pesos, it's enough to buy one small coffee at the student centre library at uni, with some change left over.

[SpaceProg]

Really?  Wow... not bad.  Coffee is good.  Change is good.

[Yla]

In light of today's Gunnerkrigg Court update, I have to say that
'YOU WILL MAKE ME FLESH.'
is an awesome quote.

[Random Gal]

A job that I was applying for wanted to know how many words per minute I could type. I didn't know, so I tried writing a series of random, somewhat stream-of-consciousness sentences out and checking the time after a few minutes. I wound up writing this:

One day, Bob went to the store and bought a loaf of bread. The clerk was a dinosaur, and bit his head off. That was really stupid. Bob got up, having been turned into a zombie, and then pulled out a machine gun and shot the dinosaur clerk to bits. Then a meteor fell and crushed them all. THE END.

Apparently, my subconscious mind is still that of a six-year-old.

[Ghoti]

A job that I was applying for wanted to know how many words per minute I could type. I didn't know, so I tried writing a series of random, somewhat stream-of-consciousness sentences out and checking the time after a few minutes. I wound up writing this:

One day, Bob went to the store and bought a loaf of bread. The clerk was a dinosaur, and bit his head off. That was really stupid. Bob got up, having been turned into a zombie, and then pulled out a machine gun and shot the dinosaur clerk to bits. Then a meteor fell and crushed them all. THE END.

Apparently, my subconscious mind is still that of a six-year-old.

One of the benefits of knowing the "friends, Romans, countrymen" monologue is that, should I ever be in your situation, I can type that instead of second-grade-level nonsense.

[Sigmaleph]

I have the Spanish version of the"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return" thing from Fullmetal Alchemist burned in my brain for some reason, so I use that when I need to type something at random. Which is more often that you'd expect.

[ironbite]

Do you even know the formula that comes before it?

[Askold]

I was going to say to use the Lorem ipsum but if you are actually supposed to type a coherent text rather than just random letters to fill space then the FMA text or some famous speech is a better choise.

[SpaceProg]

A job that I was applying for wanted to know how many words per minute I could type. I didn't know, so I tried writing a series of random, somewhat stream-of-consciousness sentences out and checking the time after a few minutes. I wound up writing this:

One day, Bob went to the store and bought a loaf of bread. The clerk was a dinosaur, and bit his head off. That was really stupid. Bob got up, having been turned into a zombie, and then pulled out a machine gun and shot the dinosaur clerk to bits. Then a meteor fell and crushed them all. THE END.

Apparently, my subconscious mind is still that of a six-year-old.

One of the benefits of knowing the "friends, Romans, countrymen" monologue is that, should I ever be in your situation, I can type that instead of second-grade-level nonsense.

Aw... but where's the fun in that?

[Art Vandelay]

I still not only get the sea shanties from Assassin's Creed 4 stuck in my head, but also occasionally dream about them. I finished that game months ago. Should I be worried?