Once again I am drinking 7 Up.
Damn you KFC and your non-CocaCola brand carbonated drinks.
Fuck.
I really don't like 7 Up.
But I really like KFC.
Which is not something you can really say in these modern times because everyone's all into sashimi and mandarin salads.
Or Manderine according to various fruit shoppe advertising.
Manderine, that's a nice looking name.
I don't look like I eat KFC all the time.
At least I hope I don't.
Once Channie the Fannie said that he couldn't imagine me eating a wrap without a knife and fork.
So I told the Titian and he said, "Well of course you could eat a wrap, you'd just have to eat it from the side like a flute."
But I don't eat wraps because I'm too busy eating chicken fillets with my hands and drinking 7 Up, the world's most poor excuse for a good drink.
When I was in Germany there was this really great drink that emerged from a vending machine in Berlin that claimed to be Turkey's #1 beverage.
I took a photo of it but it was mostly obscured by my gnome.
Hmm. This is something I need to look into.
Today on the train there was a very blonde bespectacled six year old girl wearing an Iron Man medal.
A real one.
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