Jul 16, 2004 20:49
Well i had something funny and witty to say here (i know don't point it out) but the computer had a memory dump or some other sort of fecal reference to its action so i lost it all.
It can be summarized as Chicken of Death place = Farmyard food = street in leicester that smells of birthing sheep = shop near work that smells of pure death = circle of life (be gald i avoided the Yoda joke about anger)
Moral of this story, which told second hand (how a good story is told = embellishment) but abridged (how a good story becomes a bad one) is that you should only eat what you've killed with your own two hands.
God i need money...anyone want to buy some shit off me.