That chicken was suspicious. I don't care what you say, I don't care what anyone says! I was suspicious of IT and IT was suspicions of others of it's kind. The whole experience was entirely suspicious. And it was no ordinary breaded chicken- it was an organized and educated army!
Have you ever hated your French teacher so much that you would like to "tear your arm off just so you would have something to throw at her"? *Listens for response* Me too! And it's only because I'm onto her secret, having found out about her brain eating zombie ways. If she thinks she can throw me off her scent with her enigmatic English accent and her terrifying toupee (another skeleton in her closet), then she's got another thing coming!
Has anyone else ever had that problem where they don't know what to do with their teeth when they're sleeping? You know, when you're lying in bed waiting to fall asleep and then you realise your teeth are clenched really tight and you unclench them but then you don't know where you are supposed to put them- it involves much mouth strainage to keep them sort of hovering apart but you just know you can't go back to clenching them again and then you think to yourself "This is silly... go to sleep" but you are just deceiving yourself because now you can never go back, the experience has changed you- and all you can think about is teeth teeth teeth.... Then when you finally fall into a restless slumber, your dreams are haunted by giant bottles of mouthwash armed with toothpicks and dental floss lassos. I hope you've had that problem because otherwise this is rather embarrassing for me, and perhaps for you- I don't know how easily embarrassed you are.
Could be that you're one of those people who is never embarrassed by anything, even really embarrassing things like falling in mud and having to continue with your school day as if nothing had happened, or headphones accidentally being yanked out of your ipod so that bob the builder is blaring out for everyone to hear, or even asking someone in quite a long winded way whether they have ever experienced something kind of weird and finding out that no, they have not experienced that thing. I envy you because honestly, all of those things would really embarrass me... not that I would be silly enough to let any of them happen to me- just saying.
Have a naaaice February, and many more (which basically means "I hope you don't die between now and next February"... which is true... UNLESS you are a zombie masquerading as a French teacher- Yes Ms Duncan I'm talking to YOU.)
