yesterday i brought home the most orgasmic butter chicken in the entire universe and called fil to tell him not to eat dinner so he says fine ok i won’t. when i finally taste test it myself with aimee it was all we could do not to pour the shit all over ourselves and foam at the mouth so i called fil again and was like DOOOOOD you get your ass here STAT otherwise we’re going to eat this entire thing.

that butter chicken was so good i wish i was eating it right now.

so then we go to the watering hole and get our drink on and aimee is chatting up some guy about some work and i am sitting at the megatouch machine and aimee is talking me up like this genius of a bitchgirl something or other and because of that i start carving into this sod as a way to get him to not like me but no the complete opposite happens and aimee is pissed cos it happens everytime. why is that? i mean fuck, men are retarded. i was seriously being an asshole.

ok so we leave fil and me and we rent sin city and try to get into it and it’s not so bad when you’re completely trashed as is was me though i’m certain it’s a lot better when you’re able to concentrate on the storyline for more than three consecutive minutes at a time.

i started thinking about that butter chicken again and my stomache went psycho and there was nothing salty to eat, there was only this lemon cake bread thing so i ate some of that but i was really thinking about onion dip and chips, the bane of my existance.

anyway i went to bed thinking that the second i wake up i’m going to buy some of that onion dip.

and that’s what i call a cool story.