Summersummer

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.

Crunch.

Munch.

Nom.

Biscuits ♥.

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.