meh

Damn, I just ate five chicken legs. I know chickens don't have five legs, but these were arranged in the package ever so neatly... makes you wonder.

You aren't supposed to get groceries when hungry, argue when hungry and, I guess, eat when hungry. Five chicken legs is obscene. I was hungry though, and they took their sweet time frying too.

On the bright side, I ate, I drank, so now I can go be merry to complete the experience. And then I have to do penance, running around the pond, so my baby will let me ride him.







My_Baby

Perverts, the lot of you. Go wash your mouths out with soap. Bleach. Funky blue stuff. Whatever.