#thread;mingi

"As Lord Gaga once said, 'talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender...(..) This is..." The words.. well they started very confident, and if you weren't looking at this... well if you couldn't see, you'd think he truly did a good job. But the more he spoke the more his false confidence wore off as he looked at the very pitiful display of breakfast he made to hopefully get some more time with his brother. It was a great idea in theory. Get the toast, the jam, the waffles, the eggs. Shit he honestly was doing pretty good (to be fair the waffles are ego but we won't bring that up) until the gods forsaken eggs. Swear he was never ever going to be able to get these right. He had confessed to his boyfriend with shittily made eggs a year ago and he STILL can't make the things. It's truly getting ridiculous but you know what he's not gonna let these shitty eggs ruin his excitement to bring his bro some breakfast. Maybe they could go for a run together? The ex con had been so busy lately and he refused to let another thing get in the way of this. So with his.... made with love breakfast, he opened his door and walked right on over to his brothers, knocking a few good ones while semi shouting through the door. "Open up I got grub! It's not the best! But its.. yeah it's not great bro sorry in advance."