bobdone

I had a long conversation about 'Quorn' with my friend today.
He says the flavourings come from people making the animals run on treadmills, sweating into buckets.
He honestly believes that.

Then we had a conversation about whether if he had a son and that son had a son and that son went back in time and pregnated his mum, what relation would he be to himself?

He says none because he would cease to exsist and if he did he wouldn't be the same person that I was talking to right now.

Then I pointed out that maybe it had allready happened and that the him I was talking to right now was his own grandad/son.

My plan was to detract your attention from the fact I have nothing to say.

Hello. I work in a big white room, its square has low ceilings and flourescent lighting. I get really fucking bored. I miss ******* too much when I work and run home from the train station everyday.