Sunday, October 12, 2008


When killjoy nutritionist Rosemary Stanton saw me about to tuck into this fried scallop stuffed hamburger with the lot, she tried to punch me in the man breast. Because her punching bones weren't ready for action after the transplant with the punching bones of a retired fighting cock, Rosemary's attack was hilarious.

Humiliated, she floated away.

Like a ghost.

In the frenzy some fat dripped out of the burger, burning a hole into my trousers.

Om nom nom nom nom.

An unfortunate use of the inverted commas.

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