Chronicles of The Flying Assassin

Just had some sorta spicy meat for lunch. Ow.

My buddies decided to screw around with a co-worker . That toally cracked me up.

Everybody’s doin their own thang. Clid’s playing his guitar, Cy’s playing E-Heads mp3’s, Basti’s asleep, Rolf’s trippin’ on Star Apples, and me? I’m melting my face off with spicy meat that my maid grudgingly packed for me without my knowledge, nor consent. Ow.