Having had only 2Hrs sleep on Sunday due to unexpected success @ Circus and only 4Hrs last night due to Carlin's persuasive techniques, i decided i needed an unhealthy lunch.
Off i venture up into town (don't get me started on this subject, ill be here all day.. The Hills Have Eyes sums it up nicely). I eventually find myself wandering into KFC thinking this will do the job, a nice spot of indigestion should see me through the afternoon. Opening the door, i say excuse me to the lad stood in the doorway, a little annoyed that i could barely open the door because he was stood infront of it (who stands infront of a door!)... until i realise that was actually the queue! 10 deep.. great news.
Reading the menu i shake my head as i see one item i've already argued with staff about 2 weeks previous is still up there taunting me. Im still annoyed about this now, KFC's new All Day Breakfast, sausage, bacon, scrambled egg.. im all owwa that like. "Sorry, we stop serving breakfast at 10:30".. It says fcking 'All Day' up there! Jesus christ.
Anyway, reading the free paper as i wait for the queue of 14 year old mothers to die down i read that Formula 1's newest personality Sebastien Vettel has been given over $4.5million dollars for this season. To celebrate this he's gone out and bought some new Pyjama Bottoms! Divvn't gan over board like Seb, you'll be broke in a month.
Meanwhile somewhere in Serbia a textile worker hasn't been payed for over a year. Solution? Quit i here you say? Not quite.. He's taken the situation into his own hands, quite literally. At what point do you decide the only solution is hack off one of your own fingers and then proceed to eat it in front of the bosses?
These people haven't paid you for a year, as if they'd suddenly say "look, stop, fine.. we'll pay you! just stop eating digets!"
At this point i get to the front, and for some reason don't really have much of an appetite anymore, so i spent most of my lunch queuing for nowt, a bit like Friday @ Aspers, only they do without the stench of chicken. FML
Consequently im now 3 quarters of my way through demolishing a packet of Caramel Digestives, they probably have more chicken content than the bloody KFC anyway.
Off i venture up into town (don't get me started on this subject, ill be here all day.. The Hills Have Eyes sums it up nicely). I eventually find myself wandering into KFC thinking this will do the job, a nice spot of indigestion should see me through the afternoon. Opening the door, i say excuse me to the lad stood in the doorway, a little annoyed that i could barely open the door because he was stood infront of it (who stands infront of a door!)... until i realise that was actually the queue! 10 deep.. great news.
Reading the menu i shake my head as i see one item i've already argued with staff about 2 weeks previous is still up there taunting me. Im still annoyed about this now, KFC's new All Day Breakfast, sausage, bacon, scrambled egg.. im all owwa that like. "Sorry, we stop serving breakfast at 10:30".. It says fcking 'All Day' up there! Jesus christ.
Anyway, reading the free paper as i wait for the queue of 14 year old mothers to die down i read that Formula 1's newest personality Sebastien Vettel has been given over $4.5million dollars for this season. To celebrate this he's gone out and bought some new Pyjama Bottoms! Divvn't gan over board like Seb, you'll be broke in a month.
Meanwhile somewhere in Serbia a textile worker hasn't been payed for over a year. Solution? Quit i here you say? Not quite.. He's taken the situation into his own hands, quite literally. At what point do you decide the only solution is hack off one of your own fingers and then proceed to eat it in front of the bosses?
These people haven't paid you for a year, as if they'd suddenly say "look, stop, fine.. we'll pay you! just stop eating digets!"
At this point i get to the front, and for some reason don't really have much of an appetite anymore, so i spent most of my lunch queuing for nowt, a bit like Friday @ Aspers, only they do without the stench of chicken. FML
Consequently im now 3 quarters of my way through demolishing a packet of Caramel Digestives, they probably have more chicken content than the bloody KFC anyway.
DAFT CUNT KEEPIT UP
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