There comes a time in every young man's life when he thinks the following dangerous thought:
"You know what? I'm an adult. I'm a freaking adult, man. I work, I drive, I live somewhere and all sorts of things like that.
"And this means that I can decide what I want to eat for lunch. I can make just about anything I want.
"Even a sandwich of almond butter, banana slices, and honey.
"ESPECIALLY a sandwich of almond butter, banana slices, and honey.
"Y'know what, I'm gonna make that right now."
*wipes a solitary tear from his cheek* I'm living the dream, baby.












