THE CJ CURRY EXPERIENCE #163
"At least, be humanoid."
Stealth puns. YUM YUM I EAT THEM FOR DINNAR.
So in today's hyper paradise we chuck a piece of taffy (nom nom nom) into the Red Sea to investigate its effects. Watch this space.
REEEEEEEEAD. And have this while reading.
So. Since I last saw you I believe that I was all zootzootzoot I have a million days spare hurr hurr hurr. But I ain't like that any more. I didn't take the million. I only took two hundred and forty-eight days spare for lunch, gas and tows. Nice one. And the High Voltage Living Creatures agree.
we've all got our obsessions. mine is for you. eat my nectarines and long live my cricket bat.
I can break whoever you want me to because I like sending people on breaks. In fact I'm going on one right now.
Short break. But it's better than a no-break space. Ah well. Curryland still has me to answer to. Have you melted yet?
Might I point out that I am currently sitting in 35°C heat. With no side effects. None. Not a one. Seriously. Blarf. Not one. Zilch. Zip. Nil. Zero. Ya. Here. Have. Pie.
Reminder: I'm dyeing my hair. I'm also going to have a lot more fun this year in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Please have fun with me in ways that you CAN imagine. And ways you can't but I can. Because imagination is the key to fun. And aeroplanes sometimes help too. And coconuts. Let's have a coconut-aeroplane! And maybe some orange juice with ice and a fancy glass and those cute little umbrellas you get in cocktails, served freshly squeezed on a beach in Hawaii during a cloudless 28°C (~82°F) sunset.
(thirty seven. if i may.)
in case you were still wondering, the taffy sank.