| Amount of texts to »breakfast« | 51, and there are 48 texts (94.12%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 249 Characters |
| Average Rating | 8.333 points, 3 Not rated texts |
| First text | on May 3rd 2000, 22:28:28 wrote Groggy groove about breakfast |
| Latest text | on Sep 13th 2018, 07:14:21 wrote Brock about breakfast |
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on Mar 5th 2006, 19:04:08 wrote
on Sep 16th 2005, 10:26:36 wrote
on Mar 25th 2008, 22:27:08 wrote |
I still remember breakfasts at the lake. My mother so enjoyed cleaning fish (I'm not kidding) that she sent us out to the lake at sunrise to catch perch and bluegills no bigger than our hands to fry up with scrambled eggs.
She hated catching fish. She loved cleaning them. Whatta mom. Huck Finn would have loved her.
How do you live a long life? »Take a two-mile walk every morning before breakfast.«
(Harry S. Truman)
Sure I eat what I advertise. Sure I eat Wheaties for breakfast. A good bowl of Wheaties with bourbon can't be beat.
(Dizzy Dean)
George the Mailman replied, »Your onion?«
»Yes, the one I keep in my pocket as I travel down this dusty Lost Highway.«
»What a weirdo you are, Frank.«
I must admit that breakfast is perhaps my favourite meal of the day. The best breakfast is that consumed late at night before retiring. I fondly remember one of champagne accompanied by a bowl of freshly picked boor-geresy fruit. It was a picnic near the giant fallen statues of Erewhon.
Expect problems and eat them for breakfast.
(Alfred A. Montapert)
I like British breakfast. I am looking forward to my next trip to England, since it is never the same when I try to make some at home.
To eat well in England, you should have a breakfast three times a day.
(William Somerset Maugham)
It is beyond the imagination of the menu-maker that there are people in the world who breakfast on a single egg.
(Melvin Maddocks)
One of the greatest delights when travelling through imaginary countries is the moment of discovery when biting into an unknown fruit. I will never forget the puckering in my mouth and the great shiver that ran down my spine when one morning at breakfast I popped a small boor-geresy into my mouth. Oh, to return to Erewhon!
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