Jack2468

Many-an--hour was spent cavorting about the trash, until i finally discovered somting, well rather more sinister than my fish masicarism; conjealed brains. the goowy, goodness was wounderful, the best meal i had in ages, i thought i might as well make sure who ever these brains belonged to, that there death was not in vein; the way they trickled down my gulet gave me such plesure, so much so infact i let out a wee squeel. i find the word "wee" extreamly relivent, that fact was that a scots man, that i didn't meet told me nothing, because, fate got in the way and never let us meet, "whats the relivence in that?" i here you say? well, thats