never cross a hungry teenage boy

See, I went to do some grocery shopping today after school. Groceries meant three packets of various biscuits. Y’know, those that come in transparent plastic trays.

And I have no idea what just happened, but there’re only two packets left.

It’s a good thing I’m this gender and this age, because otherwise I’d be branded as a gluttonous punk with a death fat wish, rather than a growing teenage boy with hunger pangs.

Wait. Who said they had to be mutually exclusive?

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