Rats.
Two minor flaws in my plan to find an open fried chicken place after 9pm in Perth.
1) It's after 9pm, and
2) It's frickin' Perth.
I know, I know. I grew up here, all right? Well, yeah, but I was never really a late night fast food scrounger until I moved over east.
Man, I could use a quick teleport to the UK. Lunchtime, nice.
1) It's after 9pm, and
2) It's frickin' Perth.
I know, I know. I grew up here, all right? Well, yeah, but I was never really a late night fast food scrounger until I moved over east.
Man, I could use a quick teleport to the UK. Lunchtime, nice.