March 20, 2011

dinner for the grumps

dear explaining what i've done diary,

there is no plausible explanation for what i have done now, because nobody has asked me why i have done anything yet. so until they do- i don't have to answer. until now, "what are you burning?" the unibomber just asked. the chicken. i should have just thrown it in the yard i guess, but at least i tried to cook it yes? fuckit- put enough cheese on it- i think it will be fine. i didn't say anything to him- i never do. it will just get the dog worked up man. he's been through enough stress already. he doesn't have the mind trick thing- he's can only lick  his nuts- which he is doing now- with his eyes closed again. prolly enjoying the new flavor. he seems happy. he'll eat some burnt chicken and be really happy.