But you can do whatever you want, you're Megan :confused:
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But you can do whatever you want, you're Megan :confused:
Allow me to rephrase. Others do not prefer to be seen with me if I storm into a restaurant with a gaped neck tank top, pink polka-dot pants, a half a pony tail and my debit card in my sports bra. I'm considerate of their silly social mores.
You're misusing the word "can't." Here in San Antonio it's nearly impossible to go out for breakfast, even if it's a nice restaurant, without running into people in their jammies.
I don't think anybody would mind what you were wearing. They'd be proud just to be seen in the proximity of MEGAPOW.
I didn't know what the hell IHOP was either. I thought it might have been a reference to House of Pain.
Jump around, jump up jump up and get down!!
Though not immediately after a hearty breakfast...
Why, I would probably go somewhere for breakfast every single day if I had the coin. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day; unfortunately, waking up early in the morning and cooking myself breakfast is one of my least favorite things.