I just begged a tenner from my old man, so I could have one meal a day, maybe every other day for a week or so.
Then discovered I'd been paid over £200 that I didn't expect, think I had, or know of.
That means FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!
I haven't had a meal this week, nor anything but HCl-tangified, buffered glucose water to drink, literally, not one meal a day, not one meal this WEEK other than a couple lucky kills.
Now...mmm...even...two packs of carling citrus zest, and a premixed lime margarita (15%, and really, really tasty.) and a packet of tobacco. Had nothing to smoke but ends, and whiffs of nicotine base, vaporized using a clean glass dick (yeah, yeah, fuck off, whoever was going to be the first to be a mardy lil twatsniffler
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3-cheese pizzas in the fridge, more in the freezer, a freezer stocked with ice lollies of all kinds, lots and lots of soft drink, an entire cupboard full of olives (a pizza without olives is like the catholic priesthood without child-fucking, or police without braindead thugs and WMD-scale faggotry.
Plus something like £80-something worth of other nosh and treats. Going to treat myself to some stuff for the lab, splash out on some more isopropanol, diethyl ether, THF and now I can finally get work at building a Castner cell to ideally produce nice decent sized slugs of sodium metal and if I have enough left over, a roughing pump for the particle accelerator I wish to build myself.
First thing I'm looking forward to? inhaling another icy cold citrus bottled lager, gods thats fucking manna from heaven. And getting some nice fresh rollup-scented air while I send a nice juicy bolus of oxycodone HCl coursing through my veins which too are currently eyeing it up and licking their lips in anticipation of the goodness to be sent their way.
*drains his second beer in one satisfied pull and lets off a resounding, beefy belch of satisfaction.
Its quite stunning just how amazingly satisfying having such a bounty of chow, I mean, enough for a WHOLE meal, not just a few slugs of milk, and 4-5 crackers spread out over several days. Its such a simple everyday thing until you have nothing, nothing you didn't have to expend precious energy you didn't have, hiking painfully on fucked up joints, just hoping you can put a couple of rounds into something cute, fwuffy and yummy; and its always risky as shit; makes me nervous some doogooding little HIV-magnet pissant piece of dog fuck would get on the phone crying to the coppers 'boohoo, I'm all butthurt, I saw somebody with a rifle in the woods minding his own business (unless you have four legs, fur and make good stew or fry well that is) and bothering no man.
There is ALWAYS somebody around that just loves to get themselves off on causing such strife, some faggot little prick that has to go out of their way to spoil somebody else's day, life and property. And I doubt that 'my family will give me nothing in the way of support, my income has been taken from me, and I must eat if I am to continue to live' would matter a fucking damn if they get to persecute somebody, prosecute them too if they get lucky. Plus I really cannot afford to lose the airgun I use for taking snack-sized game, as then the only ranged weapons accessible suitable for hunting would be making a bow, which I cannot shoot accurately reliably to poach and humanely kill larger game, a blowpipe or something electrical/electromagnetic which is far, far more my style...although if in theory the filth were to turn up with me getting off with a farmer's chickens or a sheep or something, packing a 25mm heavy gauss or electrolaser pulse gun then I'd be fucking for the tyburn jig at dawn and no mistake unless I went and swappd sheep for pork
Fuck losing the capacitor banks to power such beasties, fuck that right off!
And I'm really not a fan of pork much