'cause some people just can't stand burnt bread

Margaret, with her serious, "I know something" face, says the other day, "My friend at school, she's black-toast intolerant. She can't have milk."

Black-toast intolerant.

We laughed. She got mad.

Sounds like the beginnings of a hit song.

(For those interested, you can read about the resolution of the myspace/Sean conflict here.)