I’ve always wanted to preside over a traditional ceremony with Turd in virgin white, chained atop to a Greek cliff, an offering to the Kraken. It’d be a short marriage Mags. Turd being supper would fit right into your supper club!
Actually he’d be easy to cook for, anything burnt with lard and salt would have him drooling.
You have the room in your garden, they’re fairly large and probably will really spread out? Leave a few feet between seeds and put several seeds into each hole.
Got a fresh crab on the way home from a London forum for prospective MPs, and then this happened with it when I got in… it snowed on the way there, and more snow forecast tomorrow.
Gyro, at my town’s new Greek Restaurant. They just expanded their restaurant, tried to make it fancy ass in a larger,upscale location. I just wanted a Lamb kebob, but they took it off the menu.
Old restaurant, before they moved. It is one of those retarded places that would absolutely amaze Smears. Me, I just want my damn Lamb Kebob. Only time I’ve been amazed by a restaurant was in Coronado, in San Diego, I landed my kayak to look for water in a residential area, came across a Greek restaurant, was amazed. So were they, they never had someone paddle up to eat before.
It is merely a host for my offerings. You have no idea how good that tasted… just crab and aolio… delicious… The leaves are merely a carrier for my intended meal, and my body doesn’t require much more beyond what you see me eat… too much and my body slows down, so I gotta go with my flow/what my body dictates I need.
I fell asleep after that, and only God knows what the cat was up to during the last few hours while I slept… caught him attempting to munch on an electric cable yesterday, so gotta monitor his movements more, or he may end up frying himself.
He just had an argument with his girlfriend and this time he knows she left him for good.
The straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back.
There is just no turning back.
The relationship has been utterly and totally destroyed. His life is now meaningless forevermore.
“Wait a minute” he thinks to himself. “Didn’t I see a bar down the street?”
“Oh, thank you Lord for your great love and mercy”.
As he walks into the bar, he spots her - another lonely creature sitting on the bar stool.
They look at one another and they know. They know that they were meant to be.
All things happen for a reason.
“What was her name?” he asks himself – “the one which walked away from me a few minutes ago”?
“Ah, who knows and who cares? This is my beloved, my real soulmate.”
…
They walk hand in hand into the motel room.
And so it goes.
You know this is make believe, right Arc? I’ve never cooked or served rodent, or been Turd’s girlfriend… you know this right? so what’s there to agree on?