Note: The house has been running as if driven by whip.
Me: You know..We have 15 minutes til we have to leave..*pours large cup of to-go coffee*
Room mate aka "The Hobbit": Dude I need breakfast..I just can't live off of your diet anymore.
Me: *takes long drink of coffee* What do you mean?
Hobbit: I can't live off of coffee man..I need actual food.
Me: *pauses* I eat...
Hobbit: Snacking while cooking dinner then running off does NOT count as a full meal.
Me: I snack during breakfast, too.
(side note: the house is actually driven by coffee..I was just informed.
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