You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
I havent tried quiche but Ive been increasingly willing to do so lately
i would definitely recommend quiche if you are looking for that unique egg experience
I’m turned off by the phrase unique egg experience
Am I being impregnated
yes impregnated with the joy of egg, capsicum, and various roast vegetables
Oun Sambath and his pet python.
A few months after Oun Sambath was born, his family found a baby python under his mattress. They carefully took it outside, but during the night it returned to be with the baby boy. The boy’s father prayed, and decided that the snake belonged to the boy and would bring them happiness.
The boy and the snake have been together ever since. They have played together, have slept together, and even have talked together.
“What do you say to the snake?” People have asked the boy.
“That is a secret,” the boy has replied.
is this some voldemort shit