December 21, 2013 by sandwichcontrol
At Chicken Pizza.
So, before returning to Japan, Beer went traveling around with her mom. She went to Mexico for a few days and went sightseeing at Chichen Itza. A place referred to by a couple of Brazilian friends of mine, who had forgotten the name, as “Chicken Pizza”. Anyway, while she was there, she saw me. Not now me, but future me. The me before I travel back in time and become my own great great great grandfather. Don’t believe her? Camera phones, yo.
In other news, I am in love. With Hannah Simone. She might be the most beautiful and intelligent person I have never met. Here, have a taste of what my dreams look like:
Yeah. Babies. As many as she wants to have. I will stay home and raise them. Hell, I’d homeschool them if she wanted me to.
Speaking of frustration, West Bromwich Albion, my beloved Baggies, are facing off against Hull City as we speak. And we are down 0-1 at halftime. Perhaps, if I make an offering of tears to the football gods, we can turn this thing around. At least Ben Foster is back. We might not score as many goals, but at least we can stop more of theirs. Batman, give me strength.
Today is a day of suffering. Word to Me and I are going shopping. For Grismas presnents. On the Saturday before Grismas. We are dumb.
Tonight, I get to vent some of my frustration about this football season on an unsuspecting monster or NPC.
“Tell us what we want to know or we’ll burn you tavern down.”
“. . .”
“Irvan, burn his tavern down. (sigh) Please.”
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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