The Book of Crispy
The Crispy One.
On Tuesday, 3, July 2001 Crispy wrote...
Ride across the river 8:16AM
Saturday 30 June:
The grim reaper rides high again, on a steed of steel. The souls that journed with the dark figure did sing many songs, such as ""...the wheels on the bus go round and round..."". Little did they know their fate - many fates in fact. The Grumpy Mole. The Parrot and Jigger. The Realm. All places far reaching, and infamous.
I didn't know that death drunk bourbon and coke from a plastic bottle. Or collected plastic guns and floral pants. Ha ha! Grim is the party man we didn't know.
Sunday 1 July:
Fairbrother clan visits the abode. All of them. They fitted somehow and we absorbed a few kilos of fried fish and potatoes. I obtained a new printing device that will be added to the control centre in a few days. I'll be printing to my hearts content... if it works dammit!
Tuesday 3 July:
Yes, today. Diary entries don't allow time shifts. F'A, it's pay rise day!!! I'm gonna get wicker on my arse.
I've been getting jiggy in the kitchen a bit recently - Butter Chicken, Chicken Madras (modified with all natural ingredients, thanks to Commonsense Organics), Tom Yum Gai and tonight it's satay skewered lamb. Nyungygagayum.
A banking I will go, A banking I will goooo...
Seeya asshole