KFC

ive been continuing in my nostalgic frame of mind over the past week, which has left me in a solumn mood to say the least, but like i said before i am feeling very content with life here. i think if i didnt know when exactly i was leaving i would already be looney, not to say that i am not verging on the looney side as it is, but i am certain that i wouldnt, in my current state, be classified as looney.

not much news to report, i hope you liked the photos and appreciated the obvious creative and athletic ability that went into the construction of the film that i linked to the last post. good times, eh? ive had some good ones here as well and shall always look back and remember happily the times i spent sitting on a curb in the rain trying to eat from a plastic cup with chop sticks. good times indeed.

i woke this morn to find a rather interesting surprise in the bathroom. im not joking when i say this toad the size of a tennis ball was hopping around and doing front flips off the seat into the bowl as if to prove that he is a more experienced swimmer than i. so after a few failed attempts to splat him with a frying pan i gave up and decided to fight for the moral victory and assume the high status for the fact that i didnt lower myself and try to jump in myself, this obviously left him in a state of depression and loss at the fact that he had been so utterly undone by my intellect he quickly left, leaving me victorious.
not all of that story is true...but there was a large toad in my bathroom, which sovath offered to fry for me to which he quickly asked, with a questioning look upon his face 'how do they cook frogs in england?' to which i obviously answered 'deep fried in batter, they call it KFC' i walked off to hear him whisper to himself 'K...F...C?'....ok so not all of that was true either but it makes a good story, eh?

this rather random post is for the great man i have the privelige of calling my dad. happy birthday old boy, chin up your not 50 yet.

Ben.