Today I am exuberantly satisfied and amply supplied. Yes, I have food items in my fridge. The kind store of *********** was pleased in contributing to my quest for consuming and consumerism. I'm done with the old; moved on from my days, well… day, of yogurt. As of this moment, I am devouring my spoils of the Cheerio kind. They resemble miniature doughnuts from my perspective. My skill for taste has not been affected though. I managed to concoct an invention involving a bowl of this cereal with small, slice-like, pieces of cheese overlaying.
    I mean, it all comes from the same place right? That boxed, "processed dairy products," factory a couple kilometers out of town? Wait… what's an, "udder?" This new taste wields supreme choice over my most recent brainchild… all rubish in my opinion.
    Crap! I ate it all! Well, brave new soldier of the muscle functions, fetch me a prize worthy enough of the kingdom, "Digestion."


P.S. Apparently, "doughnut," has not yet been accepted as a welcomed word of the great online dictionary. New intelligence shall follow.