It smelled of burnt pig parts...
Fueled by fowl smelling chinese food, and no will of my own to live, I have decided to flip the fuck out. Entirely. Too depressed to go through with the drudgery of Seppuku I turned to jazz.
posted by PANT | 11:17 AM
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What's wrong with pirates????
"Pieces of eight"
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You do not sound like a ninja, you sound like a ninja-bitch. Stop your weeping. Surely, your meal included an eggroll and a fortune cookie, but you must take the vengeance for yourself. Once you've slain the fowl, foul buccaneering cook-staff of said restaurant, you'll feel much better. The problem with slaying chinese, though, is that you're blood-thirsty only half-an-hour later.
Dude, that's just wroooooong!
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