| 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 Sep 16th 2005, 10:26:36 wrote
on Mar 25th 2008, 22:27:08 wrote
on Mar 5th 2006, 19:04:08 wrote |
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.
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)
It is beyond the imagination of the menu-maker that there are people in the world who breakfast on a single egg.
(Melvin Maddocks)
To eat well in England, you should have a breakfast three times a day.
(William Somerset Maugham)
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)
Most breakfast foods seem to be brown or yellow or white or orange.
Jams come in lots of different colours, though. I guess that is the only way to get blue or purple into your morning meal.
I was at this restaurant. The sign said »Breakfast Anytime.« So I ordered French Toast in the Renaissance.
(Steven Wright)
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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