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?