My ears finally stopped ringing following the assault by Food Slave’s friend yesterday. Well, that was until Food Slave took it into her head to belt out some hideous racket first thing this morning. Food Slave’s singing is a strange phenomenon that I’ve noticed seems to happen in summer. One minute she’s acting normally (well as normal as is possible for her) then as soon as the sun makes an appearance she takes on the persona of a little known rock star. This morning’s delight was a song made famous by Suzi Quatro (and for the benefit of my younger Twits, no, I hadn’t heard of her either) She stood in the middle of the kitchen, gyrating madly and at one point I thought I was going to have to call the emergency services. Anyway, according to the lyrics of the song she was heading for somewhere called Devil Gate Drive. All I can say is she’s better get a shift on then. I sincerely hope that the inhabitants of that particular location are broad minded as the sight of Food Slave in a leather catsuit is more than enough to put anyone off their lunch.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:13:41 +0000
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