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Oooh! Please can I get some crash space in Exeter over the 17th and 18th of April?
Unless that turns out to be Maelstrom, of course. I'm pretty sure that's in April, too.
ETA: Aargh! No! We do need need a fattie tax on chocolate! It's only a proposal at present, but it seems to be a popular opinion.
Chocolate has not made me obese. Eating too much of everything and moving around like an agrophobic groundsloth has made me obese. And unlike alcohol, which is already taxed, chocolate has never made anyone get thrown out of the pub, go home and beat on their wife. Chocolate has never made anyone phone in to me on the early shift and make up some rubbish excuse about food poisoning*.
If you're going to consider fattie tax on foods, put it on all food. Or go for fried food, I imagine the Scottish doctors who put this argument forward know all too well the danger of a chippie-heavy lifestyle.
Let me therefore make this abundantly clear: Get off my Goddessfucking chocolate right now.
Wow. This entry ended up in a really different place than I thought it would.
*Seriously. Just grow up and admit you're hungover. Everyone knows you are anyway, and at least I won't get annoyed that you tried to bull me.
Unless that turns out to be Maelstrom, of course. I'm pretty sure that's in April, too.
ETA: Aargh! No! We do need need a fattie tax on chocolate! It's only a proposal at present, but it seems to be a popular opinion.
Chocolate has not made me obese. Eating too much of everything and moving around like an agrophobic groundsloth has made me obese. And unlike alcohol, which is already taxed, chocolate has never made anyone get thrown out of the pub, go home and beat on their wife. Chocolate has never made anyone phone in to me on the early shift and make up some rubbish excuse about food poisoning*.
If you're going to consider fattie tax on foods, put it on all food. Or go for fried food, I imagine the Scottish doctors who put this argument forward know all too well the danger of a chippie-heavy lifestyle.
Let me therefore make this abundantly clear: Get off my Goddessfucking chocolate right now.
Wow. This entry ended up in a really different place than I thought it would.
*Seriously. Just grow up and admit you're hungover. Everyone knows you are anyway, and at least I won't get annoyed that you tried to bull me.