He is no longer the hottest muscleman selling some sort of product. Yes, Mr. Clean's bald head glows brighter with jealousy when he gazes upon the glory of:
MY BOX OF OATMEAL.

Now, that's some hot cereal. Why yes, I select my breakfast brands based solely on whether or not I'd like to make out with the various guys in kilts heaving a shot put around on their boxes. Doesn't everyone?
Also, you can see my sweet little cafetiere, which keeps me in coffee each morning without breaking the "no heating elements in yer room" rule.
Sexy oats + coffee = blissful morning.
MY BOX OF OATMEAL.

Now, that's some hot cereal. Why yes, I select my breakfast brands based solely on whether or not I'd like to make out with the various guys in kilts heaving a shot put around on their boxes. Doesn't everyone?
Also, you can see my sweet little cafetiere, which keeps me in coffee each morning without breaking the "no heating elements in yer room" rule.
Sexy oats + coffee = blissful morning.
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So, uh...
I mean, I'm just wondering.
(Also, are those proper steel-cut oats? Because I'm not sure I can tolerate my name appearing on anything less.)
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Re: So, uh...
As for the oats, I looked on the box but couldn't see anything about steel cut. They are rolled oats, and Scottish milled, and uh, there's a lovely recipe for some cookies, which they are calling cookies instead of biscuits.
Maybe Scott is the shot put guy's name too. ;)
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~Lounalune
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