The Muffin Man?
Jack: How you can sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible trouble, I can't make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless.
Algernon: Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.
Jack: I say it's perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.
Algernon: Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.
Jack: I say it's perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.
-The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde
I made muffins yesterday, nice fat ones. I finally got the guts to confess to the Man (at around 11pm) that I'd eaten seven of them for lunch. Yes, seven. Seven muffins. He had three when he got home from work and that left two in the ziplock bag on the counter. Those two were my breakfast plan.
But they weren't my breakfast.
Why? Quite simply because the cat ate them. Yes. The feline ate my muffins. And I have yet to forgive him. What business had he to be eating muffins at all, under the circumstances? It was perfectly heartless of him!
