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Dear Dinner,

You are so lame. It’s really true. You’re neither as carbolicious as breakfast nor as snacktastic as lunch. You can’t even hold a candle to dessert. I’m sorry dinner, but you are The Worst Meal.

I think part of the reason is because you are so serious. I can’t have fun things like chocolate cereal or red bull with you or I will start jumping on the bed, which makes the mattress very sad. Dinner, you are also the reckoning meal. When I get to you I realize I haven’t had any veggies or fruits all day and if I don’t have them then I’ll get scurvy. And then I’m like, way to go asshole, you just killed my buzz. Fruits and veggies are lame.

Although you are when pizza is most likely to occur, as is alchol, I still think you’re the dud meal. I’m way more into your friend dessert, the Icecreamest meal.

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