Lloyd strikes again
Melted cheese oozes out from the curling cracks of my ginormous grin.
The sweet tangy tingles of that deliciously steeped and sweetened cucumber lights up my eyes as they beam songs of praise into the heavens.
Epic battles have been waged over these hand selected meats that slide down my ravenous throat. Meats carved from cattle and foul whom only graze in the highlands of rainbows and unicorns.
And the Bread... mana from the sky, unintentionally frozen and thawed enough times to create a flavor so profoundly majestic, kings can be found on bended knee for the chance at just one nibble.
Put these together and what do you get?
Llyodes famous Pepperoni Pickle Poor Boy Supreme Sando Surprise. Blessed are those of us who are here to reap today's bountiful harvest.
A really good show
We can’t be fooled by fries that come in different shapes and size,
The gravity well of a corndog will tug at you before you have a chance to realize.
Here i go. ignoring the broccoli again,
for a burger on a bun, or the multitude of choices that will haunt me from beginning to end.
All these things will come to pass, vented through the posterior, released via our ass.
However, there are these times i would like to share.
they sometimes come in singles and other times can be found in a pair.
orange chicken, bread pudding and "The"soup to name just a few,
now these create my most favorite kind of poo.
Its like a rerun of my most favorite show
the kind i could watch over and over again reciting the all lines that i know.
i would not lie, there is truth in every word,
i would not shit my favorite turd.
so the next time you happen to be down or feeling blue,
dont let the doldrums of the sea get you.
remember these scribblings and cast your spell
You never know what you might find the next time you hear the ringing of lloyds dinner bell.
You choose
Greetings Alien friends, have a look around. Let's hope this is just a visit, and not another battle ground. We here have a way, we will not be pushed around. We're not afraid to fight for what we believe is right. Check our history and you'll find that's our plight. So give it a try if you like, a blood bath will be bound. Live free or die, sounds quite profound, but that's how it works here. Like it, or get out of town. Or be cool, grab a brew, some krab salad, a dog or two, enjoy the fireworks show. After that find somewhere else to go. It's the freedom of choice!
Is it fear?
Is it fear or being scared? Nah, don't think do. Everyone gets a scare from time to time. It could be a near miss in car, or hot zone with gunfire, where you just escaped certain injury or death. That is scary. Would that make you a coward? Nah, don't think so. I would say cowardice is, when you know what is right, and what is wrong, and you choose what is wrong, just so you are not in a position of discomfort. When you know you're desperately needed, and instead of stepping in, you step back. No there is nothing wrong with being scared, but a coward is someone who chooses to do nothing.
Waiting game
Eagerly awaiting
A decision to be made
The crew anticipating
To end this Hake charade
The decision is keep fishing
They believe the fish is around
For all the crew that's wishing
There hope is pretty much drowned
We spend our days at sea
Hoping to make it rich
No fish we work for free
Thinking life's a bitch
As fishermen the hopes are high
The next net comes in full
A life at sea is do or die
And that my friends is no bull