how hard are you chilling? part deux

[mook]

not chilled, not chilled at all. coming down like a sumbitch and i've got eight wood pigeons to clean. i'm going to be up to my knees in heads, pigeon paws, feathers, entrails and vomit for the next hour. and knowing my luck their crops will be full of cabbage, and that stuff can reek. i feel really poorly, and it's only going to get worse.

[Buelligan]

hahahahahaaaaaa!  There are upsides to vegetarianism! (dances away smugly - but with a sort of mysterious grace)

[mook]

hahahahahaaaaaa!  There are upsides to vegetarianism! (dances away smugly - but with a sort of mysterious grace)

i can almost see it's appeal now. i've just made myself a coffee that's one third brandy and a nice little joint - hopefully they should see me through the carnage. i really want to cry. sod it, here goes.

[Ginyard]

I just lost at Post The Most. I have never won that bloody game.

[mook]

i got some pigeon innards in my eye. pigeon innards are surprisingly gritty when you get some in your peepers. i feel poorly, and even after a good soak in the tub i don't think i'll ever be properly clean again.

[Buelligan]

Oh, I think you will!  Probably not in this incarnation - this time around, you are fucked.  Sorry 'n all.

[Absorb the anus burn]

I'm sitting in an electrolux freezer with a Magnum white shoved up my arse, sucking on an ice cube, listening to 50 Words For Snow and wanking over Frosty The Snowman's South Pole porno film... Let's just say, I'm chilling pretty hard.

[easytarget]

from The Works in St. Helens.

Maximum unchilling.