Shrimp Nipples
I had my weekly shrimp sandwich today. I have one every friday. They are like a sign from God that the working week has come to an end. Today it was as good as ever before, until the last bite. I think one shrimp was bad. The very last little bastard shrimp. Was very bad. Now i feel sick. The more i think about that last little shrimp i feel worse. It tasted rotten. Uff. It is like another sign from God. "Weekend is here, but I have toi food poison you".
Kill.
6 Comments:
That´s so gay! Having like a friday ritual where you sort of "treat yourself" to something just to cheer you up. Ha! Be a man!
I have a beard. That makes me a man.
I looked it up in a book.
I go to a restaurant every Friday, just to celebrate that fact that it's Friday. What's wrong with that? When you have actually WORKED for five days (and not just sent gossip on the instant messenger and surfed for new trainer sites) you would appreciate the power of a Friday treat.
Sorry to hear about the bad shrimp. If it's any consolation I have a bad stomach today, too. I don't know if it is beacuse of the Chinese takeaway I had with Roope or the seven beers with Jim and Steve. Who knows? Either way, it's not pleasant. Kill the guy who made that sandwich and I'll take out my frustration on the Chinese - I'll give them their food back.
YEah, I´m just kidding with Tomas, but I actually don´t have a routine like that, maybe I should.
You went for some beers yesterday? Why was I not included! Damn!
Sorry, dude...it was not a planned piss-up, just a last minute thing for residents of Eixample. What about the par-tay at chez Erik? Is that gonna happen or shall I put my dancing shoes back in the closet?
Ah, no Mercedes decided to keep it low-key, but there´ll be a party next weekend, it´s time for partys!
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