Saturday night; After a few drinks at a packed bar and being shoved around we decided to go on a chicken mission. The adventure leads us down a main street in the pouring rain, huddled under umbrellas and walking about 2cm/h due to the inconvenience wearing heels brings us.
We finally find a random chicken shop that is open and pile in. As we are scoping the menu, Tam walks up to the counter and goes “EY! DID YOU SEE THAT? HE’S NOT WEARING ANY PANTS UNDER HIS APRON!”.
Surely enough, Mr Chicken man had no pants on. His excuse? “I just got out of bed.”
We pile out of the shop into the night, falling about in laughter and disgust. It makes you wonder what was actually in his ‘Jerk Chicken’.
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Jennifer Farris // November 29, 2009 at 12:04 PM |
lol @ jerk chicken.
Maddog // December 1, 2009 at 8:32 AM |
Oh vom!! Strawberry vom at that.
There is a man that runs a newsagent/fried dim sims shop in Palmerston North in New Zealand who is rumored to get his kit off in a second if he gets the chance. I had the privilege of verifying said rumour.