All I do man, is stare at their mouth and wrinkle my eyebrows and somehow I turn out to be a big sweetie.
Thought I'd make my return with a simple post - Another thrilling installment in David Sloan's epic gastro-saga. Brough to you by the letters TMI and WTF:
An email I wrote to my boss this morning upon arriving to work...
Evil Chicken
David.Sloan [david.sloan@inlethd.com]
To: 'Jayme Inman'
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On a not-exactly-work-related note –
Not only did my beloved Tar Heels lose last night, but while I was watching them lose, I was eating chicken from my fridge that was either bad or old or both. Apparently chicken, once its shelf-life has lapsed, acquires the ability to affect the human gastrointestinal system in two seemingly contradictory ways: I found that it can alternately speed up the digestive process or in fact reverse it completely, and switch between the two functions arbitrarily. I like chicken less today than I did last night.
I had quite the rough night, and my body is still pretty angry with me. In fact we had a huge argument this very morning (my body and I) about whether or not I would be able to function in a professional capacity today. I eventually won the argument, but now it’s showing its stubborn, surly nature by grumbling and generally doing it’s best to make me miserable. If I seem dazed and/or confused today, please chalk it up to a serious lack of sleep and an evil chicken’s revenge from beyond the grave.
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posted by Bosephus Jamiroquai @ 10:17 AM
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