the clog

Yaaaar! Shiver me timbers and all that jazz...

I am addicted. Not to crack or mary jane or any other sort of narcotic but to something far, far more sinister. I am addicted to... Long John Silver's battered chicken! No, the chicken wasn't beaten up or anything like that. It's a succulent piece of boneless chicken dipped and fried in a crispy golden batter that makes you hunger for more. Yes, it sounds like they're paying me to write about their delicious food franchise but they're not. The addiction has gotten so bad that when I'm not eating the chicken I'm constantly thinking about it. And what's worse is that I have discovered that there is an outlet within 10 minutes drive from my house. Oh, the humanity! My waistline is screaming for me to stop. Somebody send help! Or at least more of that chicken! Mmmmmmmmmmmm, chicken....

Rumoku out!

PS: Finally got to watch "Kung Fu Hustle" the other day with the Usual Gang of Eejits. Storyline was all over the place, and it wasn't all that funny (Shaolin Soccer was oodles funnier), but it was pure eye candy from beginning to end. Recommended, but try to find a cinema that has english sub-titles. I wouldn't call the malay subtitles crap but it definitely had the aura of poo hanging about it....