Conveyor belt ache

I love sashimi. I mean, I really love sashimi. It is not a mere liking but more of an obsession. I would like sushi too, except I think that the sushi-makers should just keep their rice.

Yo! Sushi had a 50% off everything today, so when my colleagues decided to go there for lunch, for the first time ever, I was all coated up before everyone else.

We got there, squeezed into the bar stools and waited at the conveyor belt/table. The sashimi understandably doesn’t come very often, so I had to pounce be quite fast. I ended up happily enjoying one dish at a time while eyeing out for other victims sashimi dishes to come by. The neck action of sashimi-watching at the conveyor belt is akin to tennis-watching. At the end lunch hour, my neck was sore.

Oddly enough, my two colleagues next to me discovered many bruises on their arms, ribs and shoulders. It must be the conveyor belt.

A little tale

Writers do not have to have a reason to write. Stories do not have to have a message to convey. Sometimes it is just fun to write (and hopefully read) some lines simply because it is there.

This is one such story.

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Stinky is a littleoyster rabbit. Well, for a dwarf rabbit he is not little as he gained 200g in the last 3oyster years, but in relation to his surroundings he is little. He is a black rabbit with two white front paws, a whiteoyster nose and a white collar.

Stinky likes to eat. He has eatenoyster carrots, brocolli, spinach, lettuce, coriander, parsley, eucalyptus, thymeoyster, rosemary, grass, heatheroyster, chives, mint, lemonoyster balm, strawberry leaves, dandelion, hay, poo, wallpaper, sorrel, tarragon, oregano, marjoram, sage and polysterine. Once, he was seen on a rosebushoyster eating the roses.

Stinky likes to sit too.

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This is a story with no messageoyster by a writer who wrote this for no reason.

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Best job in the world

Google word designer. Even slightly better than being a lego designer.

Curse

The HSBC fraud prevention team called me last Sunday to verify if I was in Germany. It turns out that some blimps cloned my debit card and had taken out €250.

I now owe Denty considerable dough as my card had to be cancelled. I am not unconcerned because it brought my account into an overdraft.

For the inconvenience, I wish on the blimps:

• Their toenails to fall off
• To be flea-ridden for the rest of their unnatural lives
• Scabby noses
• Skunks in their cars

To forgive is divine, but for this, I am human.

Love is…

Denty going out on a cold wet Monday night after a long day of work just to buy Muks a bucket of KFC because she needed it.

 

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Awwww…. *clap clap clap clap*

sMitch tipping

No cows were harmed in the production of this post.

A fortunate event

How many potatoes?

This is the first year we’ve ever had a garden that could contain a suitable vegetable patch. The question is, how many potatoes?

In order to keep Denty in perpetual supply of potatoes, we need a 11X7 meter patch (this includes the allowance for crop rotation). This assumes that Denty eats potatoes every day.

If Denty cuts down the assumed potato consumption by 3 days a week, we could get away with a 7X7 meter patch. This will leave 9X7 meters for the pond, pergola, shed, lawn and herbs.

Would he?

French loaf in basket

Muks wants…

Please note that this is a very exclusive adult (preferably female- although Muks tries to refrain from sexism in her very liberal blog) cruiser. 

Also note that Muks will personally kick any persons with any negative comments directed to the cruiser. Kickees should be aware that unperformed kicks will be accrued with compounded interest until the time it may be suitably delivered.