Sprouts, pinch of chili powder, jar of curry powder, hint of tabasco sauce – well, three bottles, actually. Not so much a hint, more a party political broadcast.
Mmm.. tasty. Today, the dentist plugged me full of drugs (not too bad), and then drilled holes in, well, my head. They used to call that Trepanation. I don’t think I was demon possessed when I went in, but I was definitely more cash-possessed. Oh well, time to turn out more words of wonderful prose, […]