Freezing cold night + Lenny Logic = DONNA KEBAB

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Last night: went to colchester with Mike, intending to go to the rpg place with Ben. Due to five minutes of Lenny logic, irrationality and general crampyness (owie!) we immediatly bought a kebab and left. Don't ask me why I bought the kebab, for some unknown reason I had a craving for one. AND I've never eatten a donner kebab while sober before, normaly I have them while tipsy/drunk, when they actualy taste nice. Having eatten one sober I can honsetly say that I now know what death tastes like; the Terry Pratchett Death, not the Neil Gaiman one. By the time we reached the outskirts of colchester I had desided that I didn't actualy want to eat something which tastes like DEAD OTTER! Mike offered a MaccyD's, I desided to go for a coke in an attempt to wash the dead-ottery taste out of my mouth. The first MaccyD's we came to was very, very shut and even the polo mints I found in Mike's car weren't helping. We had to go to the one near home, where Mike bought a meal and let me have most of the chips and the coke, while he ate the burger. Which probably WAS made from dead otter and other assorted roadkill.
Bloody hell!
:D