We had a rule in our house when we were little.

If you didn't finish your dinner, your supper,

as we called it, you didn't finish your supper,

my parents would take like, cellophane,

wrap up your meal, stick it in the fridge,

and you had to eat it for breakfast.

Oh, right, yeah.

So you learned to not waste, right?

Are we long lost brothers?

Yes, these are all the same exact same.

So the first thing was when,

remember, if you had like cube steaks,

which were hard to chew,

is a six-year-old when they were hot.

It was such a piece of shit part of them,

whatever the cow is.

Is a bag bag.

Eating that for fucking breakfast,

while everyone else is having waffles,

and you got that green, half-eaten green bean casserole.

God.

But that was normal too.

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