Pull the other one, it's got bells on

Yes, this is another entry. I sometimes add things here, although judging by the comments people make, I'm one of the only people to read this garbage. I have had two comments (one by myself). Nevertheless, I soldier on through thick and thin and pour my heart out to the world while nobody's looking. Sniff.

I would like to take this opportunity (so generous of you all to give it to me) to speak about chicken. This is an amazing bird; a true pinacle of creation. The chicken has been created to play an important part in everyday functionality. It's solo part, it's leading role, is to sit on a table, dripping with gravy (the chicken, not the table), and look yummy before being consumed in ferocious hunger. I like chicken. Did you know there a part of a chicken called an 'oyster'? Wow. I once wanted to start a band and call it 'Thighs, breasts and drumsticks' in simple honour of this wonderful bird.

Enough ranting, I think I will now rave. Sound of annoying, loud music.

Your mama
Badger-with-spoon

Freedom

What is it about the word 'freedom' that inspires such emotion? I think it's the 'dom' part. It can't be the 'free' part because, as the song says, "The best things in life are free." Think about it. There's so much freedom around us. I'm free, you're free, Mandela's free. On that note, Jacob Zuma's free too. MacDonalds is free (if you take stuff when nobody's looking). [Nothing illegal occured in the writing of this blog.]

Hmmm... perhaps we're just lucky. In other parts of the world, freedom isn't quite so common.

This was just me rambling on. If you read this, why aren't you doing better things with your time?

Word
Badger-With-Spoon

Procrastination

Yes, this is a blog, my blog to be precise. My blarg to be American. Meine blagen to be German and Munchen Verspleten to be silly. The title of the entry is very apt, as I should be studying and I feel like I should write more about it. However, there is a cricket match on. Enough said.

Peace out
Badger-With-Spoon