is usually five in the morning, unless the Beard is still asleep... but today the Beard, while ascending to the heights of Foel Fras, and indeed ascending to the heights on Foel Fras with the incredibly beautiful FMB, was struck by a sudden nagging concern... triggered by a memory of a Russian girl in a supermarket.... of which more later... or even now... to cut a short story long, said girl was astounded many moons back at the great British idea of putting on a tin a picture of the foodstuff in said tin... until she saw the cat food and was horrified... now, the Beard thinks, what if she had seen baby food... but this led the Beard to worry about labeling... for example, we all know what sunflower oil is.. and sesame oil, peanut oil, olive oil... but what of the horror that is baby oil... and the Beard has often visited pork butcher in search of cut up pig and sausage, but the father of a friend of beard Junior claims to be a family butcher.. should the police be informed...
But i digress... it is nearly midnight, and this short entry must suffice... but until all our sausages become emulsified high fat offal tubes, Wisebeard salutes you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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About Me
- Kirk Wisebeard
- Well, about me.... in the words of Gag Halfrunt, "Wisebeard's just zis guy, you know.." My official biography reads "Kirk Parsons is." Once i die,which I plan to do at some point in the future, this will become, "Kirk Parsons isn't." But for those who really want to know, the answers are all in here somewhere....
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