Sunday, April 02, 2006
Chick flicks and kitchen bombs

One of my efforts was going to the cinema to forget about the nastiness of my home. I saw a very cute chick flick starring a certain Mr. McConaughey. This man is plainly put candy for the eyes and that Texas accent is ab fab. I was in a very good mood when the film was over, in such a good mood indeed that I decided to cook at home! This hasn't happened in a very long time because I am, as has been pointed out, avoiding the Nasties. So, I enter Tesco's and buy everything necessary for an English sunday roast. I even purchase Yorkshire pudding and think to myself: The Nasties can just %$#!/& off...erm... the last bit of that thought has been "censored".
I open the front door and hear a hyena-like laughter. "Ooh, the Nasties are home" I think to myself, "I won't let that bother me". I enter the kitchen and look around... "Ooh, a kitchen bomb has been detonated in this very room" I think to myself. "The residents have not been harmed by this incident by the sound of it, unless the hyena-like laughter is actually outcries of utter pain?" I pick up some dirty dishes and move them about the kitchen, trying to find some place to put them down, but as I am unsuccessful in my manouvers, I turn around, grab my Tesco's bag and head out the door. Kitchen bombs can be very dangerous and I'm not taking any chances; hell, the Yorkshire pudding might get infected with salmonella or e-coli. Fortunately I have friends who are nce enough to let me cook in their kitchens that haven't been attacked by household terrorists!
Yippee for good friends!