ahhh the lenghts i go too, to rid myself of acne.
well as i was driving up chester road i noticed 3 cars stopped on the dual carriageway blocking the whole of the outside lane. a few people were huddled around looking down at the floor and one bloke was just walking around looking very distraught.
well i was expecting to find some person splattered all over the road. little did i know that what i was about to see as i drove past at 10 miles per hour so i could have a good old gawp at the incident.
well it wasnt a person……it was a dog, flat out on the road staring straight at my car with its dead eyes and its tounge hanging out the side of its mouth. what was worse was the tire shape that had flattened the back of the poor canine.
truly one of the most amusing and haunting things ive ever seen. if only i had a passenger to snap me a quick photo
pulp fiction (1994).
Jules: You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?
Brett: No.
Jules: Tell ‘em, Vincent.
Vincent: A Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?
Brett: Because of the metric system?
Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett! You’re a smart motherfucker. That’s right. The metric system.
i forgot my work trousers, i think, and can’t go to work wearing jeans. i don’t know whether to drive the half an hour it takes to get home and drive the 25 minutes to work. i’m only in for 2 hours and i’m not even contaracted to it.
decisions decisions