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Oh, I forgot to mention in my last post, because I was busy WIGGING THE FUCK OUT about the face-meltery, but I lovelovelove Tyrion's "confession". Glad to see at least one person in that awful family has the good taste to watch the Goonies.

That is all.

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Oh, I forgot to mention in my last post, because I was busy WIGGING THE FUCK OUT about the face-meltery, but I lovelovelove Tyrion's "confession". Glad to see at least one person in that awful family has the good taste to watch the Goonies.

That is all.

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So, TT week and the Southern Hundred are both coming up pretty soon, which means Johnny and The Prawn are both stressing out, trying to ensure their bikes and their bodies are in tip-top form for the racing. As far as I can tell, the basic idea is to be as light as you can without sacrificing strength to do it.

Tonight was my turn to make dinner, so I thought I would try an alternative to their red-meat-and-chocolate diet* with some tasty fish.

Froodle: *in kitchen, standing over Aga*
Johnny: *comes thundering down the stairs* Ugh, what the fuck is that smell?
Froodle: Smoked haddock.
Johnny: It smells like poison! *opens the Aga door* Oh my GOD, it's yellow!
Froodle: Because it's smoked. It's super-nice and really high in protein.
Johnny: It's yellow, it's yellow, it's yellow!
Froodle: Try it, you fucking retard!
Johnny: No, you're not making me eat sour yellow fish!
Froodle: Eat it or I'll stab you in the face right now!
Johnny: *takes it out of the oven* Ewww look at it, sour yellow poison fish!
Froodle: Eat it before I kill you!
Johnny: *waves the hot baking tray with the haddock on at Fatnorange, making him run away* Look, even Fatnorange doesn't want it!
Froodle: He doesn't want you BURNING him with the tray. Just try it!
Johnny: No way! *picks up the haddock, starts trailing it up and down my arms* Ewww look it's alive, the sour yellow fish is dripping it's yellow slime on you! Argh sour yellow fish juice!
Froodle: *whips him with dishtowel, making him drop the haddock, which is PERFECTLY COOKED and so falls to pieces when it hits the tiled floor*
Tazzy: *runs in, starts eating it*
Johnny: No Tazzy, don't eat the sour fish! *picks him up* Leave it for your fat brother. *puts him outside the kitchen door*
Tazzy: *runs back in, starts eating it again*
Johnny: I'm your owner, Taz! I said don't eat it, it's poison!
Tazzy: *ignores*
Froodle: See, Tazzy knows.
Johnny: He's just starving because your stupid cat never lets him get anything nice to eat. Now he has to eat foul yellow goo. *licks his fingers*
Froodle: You're such a spacker, we don't have anything else.
Johnny: Actually that was quite nice, it's like less-salty bacon. Can you make me another one?
Froodle: DIE IN A FIRE!


*Yes, that is mostly what they eat, and yes, they do both have beautiful bodies. Don't you just sometimes want to kick men in the balls?

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So, TT week and the Southern Hundred are both coming up pretty soon, which means Johnny and The Prawn are both stressing out, trying to ensure their bikes and their bodies are in tip-top form for the racing. As far as I can tell, the basic idea is to be as light as you can without sacrificing strength to do it.

Tonight was my turn to make dinner, so I thought I would try an alternative to their red-meat-and-chocolate diet* with some tasty fish.

Froodle: *in kitchen, standing over Aga*
Johnny: *comes thundering down the stairs* Ugh, what the fuck is that smell?
Froodle: Smoked haddock.
Johnny: It smells like poison! *opens the Aga door* Oh my GOD, it's yellow!
Froodle: Because it's smoked. It's super-nice and really high in protein.
Johnny: It's yellow, it's yellow, it's yellow!
Froodle: Try it, you fucking retard!
Johnny: No, you're not making me eat sour yellow fish!
Froodle: Eat it or I'll stab you in the face right now!
Johnny: *takes it out of the oven* Ewww look at it, sour yellow poison fish!
Froodle: Eat it before I kill you!
Johnny: *waves the hot baking tray with the haddock on at Fatnorange, making him run away* Look, even Fatnorange doesn't want it!
Froodle: He doesn't want you BURNING him with the tray. Just try it!
Johnny: No way! *picks up the haddock, starts trailing it up and down my arms* Ewww look it's alive, the sour yellow fish is dripping it's yellow slime on you! Argh sour yellow fish juice!
Froodle: *whips him with dishtowel, making him drop the haddock, which is PERFECTLY COOKED and so falls to pieces when it hits the tiled floor*
Tazzy: *runs in, starts eating it*
Johnny: No Tazzy, don't eat the sour fish! *picks him up* Leave it for your fat brother. *puts him outside the kitchen door*
Tazzy: *runs back in, starts eating it again*
Johnny: I'm your owner, Taz! I said don't eat it, it's poison!
Tazzy: *ignores*
Froodle: See, Tazzy knows.
Johnny: He's just starving because your stupid cat never lets him get anything nice to eat. Now he has to eat foul yellow goo. *licks his fingers*
Froodle: You're such a spacker, we don't have anything else.
Johnny: Actually that was quite nice, it's like less-salty bacon. Can you make me another one?
Froodle: DIE IN A FIRE!


*Yes, that is mostly what they eat, and yes, they do both have beautiful bodies. Don't you just sometimes want to kick men in the balls?