A curry, some chocolate-covered macaroons, ice-cream snickers, mars and bounty. and some apple turnovers dipped in this custard/apple stuff I found which came in a bucket. With a handle and everything.
3 notches on my belt later I'm falling asleep as my body tries hard to cater for all this. Somehow I wake up and slowly burp, fart and groan my way across the city. Being ill is always appealing at times like this, even more so with the alien-goo possibilities of all that custard. I make a point of never being ill. Be it alcohol or food, I'd rather learn my limits. When it comes to cakes covered in custard I have almost none. Choosing raspberry yoghurt as my drink probably wasn't ideal either. 2l of yoghurt today. Them thar's healthy bacteria.
I've made it back to the hotel now, and I'm liking the GreenPlace's chocolope.
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Holy rusty metal batman that is an impressive gastronomic feat! Much respect for not taking the Roman way out...
Try and leave some of your grey matter intact - your man-wife is missing you!
There was some pain there but I worked through it. The custard in a bucket was a legendary move and I suspect it horrified the people I was eating with. :)
I'm smoking myself sober here. It's weird. Next time both J and N should come along, I've met so many great people here. I still can't believe that I've smoked all this weed, I am in a state of constant euphoria, happy happy happy.
One of these days you should try weed.
Having said that I'm looking forward to a clear head and everything.
take it easy and be sure to criticize your other half for his lack of commitment to the great smells-suspiciously-like-cat-pee cause. Luckily I haven't overdone it and so have escaped without a wingman!
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