Oh dawg trust me I know..this is cruel and unusual. I'm in the golden weeks of pregnancy where all I wanna do is lay around in bed naked like a whale eating toast but here I am. Without toast.
For the sake of the mental image I'm going to assume this toast has a nice deep yellow salted Irish butter melted into it. And yes this is now a tragedy, pregnancy without sourdough, some Eldritch psychological horror shit.
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