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Sorry about the retarded intro. It's Punjabi MC =DD
SO.
Here is the first Turkeyland Confession:
There is a chicken in your hotel.
Ok, let's explain. So I said there were loads of chickens, or something about chickens, or mentioned chickens in passing, right? Well. The Hotel Alize had a bunch of random chickens that just followed each other around and ate the grass. Literally, on the first day, I was lying on a mat on the grass (because us lazy buggers all got up too late for there to be any spare sunbeds =D) with my eyes closed, and I could feel something moing, just sense this ... presense- prescence- presence? Sense this presence in front of me. So I opened my eyes and there's this bloody chicken in front of my nose! WTF. And I had an interesting conversation about them with this guy:
*something along the lines of*
Me: Loolza at all the chickens.
Ben: they're a bit retarded [...] they get cooked.
Me: I refuse to believe that.
Ben: No, seriously, there's this huge chicken, he's massive. I haven't seen him for around three days.
Me: And...
Ben: And, for three days there's been an awful lot of chicken on the menu.
Ben: *looks at me*
Me: *looks at Ben*
But then again, he did hate the place; everything was appalling or disgusting.
Ben: The food here is appalling.
Me: What? You think so?
Ben: Yeah! It's disgusting!
Me: ...
...
Ben: That slide is appalling.
Me: Uh-huh.
...
Ben: Kids pee in this pool, it's disgusting.
Me: ...
Ben: And it's still cold!
Me: You, my friend, are a pessimist.
He couldn't wait to get home. So jealous of me leaving five days before him.
Well, then. There is your first Turkeyland Confession.
Byebyee
Chezzy Xx
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The Turkeyland Confessions.
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Turkeyland Confession #1: There is a chicken in your hotel.