I am going to ditto the fact that I can't stand to be around people basically under 21 anymore. So awkward and unsure of themselves, no matter how much confidence they try to project. Of course I am from the USA where it seems like people mature a little slower, maybe due to the tendency here to coddle kids, maybe the drinking laws so leaving the impression that you don't grow up until 21, who knows. I don't want to be around them enough to figure it out.
So, the bad news was that the three whole chickens I bought from Costco last month were not, in fact, frozen in separate bags but were all in the same freeze-dried pack. Not knowing this, and thinking that there was plastic dividing them, I froze the whole shebang solid. It was a nasty surprise when I went to remove only one chicken last night. The good news is that chickens break apart nicely when you smash them against the side of the sink. Our pesky little poultry will soon have its ass stuffed with fresh herbs and an orange, it's skin slathered in margarine (don't have butter), spices and the whole works will be draped with bacon as it roasts in the oven. Who feels like dinner?
So, uh, nitwit, do you need someone to give you a hug or something? I'm sure we can pitch in to hire an escort to give you one.
Oh, whoops - there's been a miscommunication. That's not me - sorry if you thought so. Here I am: Spoiler See? I've lost weight!
Dude, I made to 1:57. What the? We've gone over this before. I represent you with this, Ghettoastronaut.
Here is my break up song. Great song and so relevant to where I live. Really, you have to close your eyes or it is ruined by these Jersey Shore people.