Write a rant about people that pour milk before cereal.
People that pour milk before cereal??? People that pour MILK before CEREAL???

Are you out of your mind?? When you pour milk before cereal you not only do a disservice to yourself but you are fighting tooth and nail to collectively drag the human race ten steps back to the stone age. You are morally bankrupt and your soul is in ANGUISH.

You absolute mongrels. You blithering neanderthals. The blatant disregard for human life is simply sickening. People that pour milk before cereal keep the company of villains and thieves. They are naught but charlatans and grifters, scum of the earth that would sell their own mothers up the river for a simple bowl of Wheaties (Wheaties?? Really?? Grow up.).

When the good lord comes back to take us to the great Frosted Flakes bowl in the sky, you will not be at his side. You will wander this scorched earth in an eternity of agony and suffering for your hubris. You will beg, BEG I say for a drop of the sweet milk you so callously poured out and at that time I will look down at you from above with nothing but contempt.
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Are you out of your mind?? When you pour milk before cereal you not only do a disservice to yourself but you are fighting tooth and nail to collectively drag the human race ten steps back to the stone age. You are morally bankrupt and your soul is in ANGUISH.

You absolute mongrels. You blithering neanderthals. The blatant disregard for human life is simply sickening. People that pour milk before cereal keep the company of villains and thieves. They are naught but charlatans and grifters, scum of the earth that would sell their own mothers up the river for a simple bowl of Wheaties (Wheaties?? Really?? Grow up.).

When the good lord comes back to take us to the great Frosted Flakes bowl in the sky, you will not be at his side. You will wander this scorched earth in an eternity of agony and suffering for your hubris. You will beg, BEG I say for a drop of the sweet milk you so callously poured out and at that time I will look down at you from above with nothing but contempt.