Since it’s Friday night and I’m home all by my lonesome, I decided I’d write another rambling post on nothing in particular.
I didn’t go to soccer training tonight, and I won’t be going to Gavin’s shindig (which is on in 20 minutes if any of you are in the area. Just drop in, he won’t mind). There is a simple reason for my brief reclusion. I have a cold.

Well this is it, the last piece in this three part trilogy. The final piece that makes that 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle actually almost look like the yacht the picture on the box says it should.

If you’ve been following the story up until now, I’m not going to recap. If not, go back and read the previous two entries. If you can’t be bothered going back, click either here and then here. That should sort you out.

Previously on Fatloaf…

Well, I’m not going to recap, that would just be stupid. Instead, if you can’t remember the events from yesterday’s post, please have a look here.

What a weekend. Was it busy? Fo shizzle my nizzle. I’ve wanted to incorporate that into a post somewhere, now that I have I feel dirty and should probably stop now.

I know, pointy hat, in the corner, now. Chop chop.

Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can put off until the day after.

I say, vote 1 for laziness. It’s got everything going for it as a contender in some political party somewhere. The only problem is it probably can’t be bothered to do anything. I can sympathise.

I just thought, darnit, it’s been a while since I wrote, so I’m going to set aside a few minutes from my increasingly busy life and put some thoughts down on e-paper.

The last Eeyore report has finally arrived, after much dilly-dallying (substitute more manly word as necessary) by Yours Truly. Enjoy…

now im not going into great detail right here but if this title doesnt get your attention nothing will.. not only that you reading the wrong bloody website so piss orf and stop wasting my time..

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For those who don’t know, the Angry Chef is someone you shouldn’t accept candy from, or let him make drinks for you. He’s a frightening fellow, even his love of large, sharp knives doesn’t help this persona despite what he says. At least for this part, this post is for him, he had a birthday today.