Coming back to food, I would not claim that I can eat anything with under the Sun, legs or no legs. I just eat to fill my stomach and not like those pansy posers who would drive hundreds of kilometers for some shit chicken dish or whatever they think deserves their gastronomic attention. I tried that a few times with them and personally, the shops across the office serves much better food. Furthermore, I do not have to jostle about in the heat during the day in the queue or in the freezing cold at dead of night. And lastly, I do not know where is the best place for this or that. I mean, come on. Food is food. Either its cooked or gone bad.
Because if it moves, I am dem hell going to shoot it with a shotgun or use the nearest blunt object to smash it to pieces, table and crockery be damned.
And so, when it comes to food, I am really not
that choosy. Chinese, Indian, Malay, English.
etc. Its OK as long as it does not move after
being cooked and also, does not deviate from
the usual chicken/beef/pork/fish variety, I'm OK.
that choosy. Chinese, Indian, Malay, English.
etc. Its OK as long as it does not move after
being cooked and also, does not deviate from
the usual chicken/beef/pork/fish variety, I'm OK.
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