Somewhat getting addicted to Top Chef.
Found someone.
And he actually sort of rescued me when I was being harassed by a greasy chicken eating philosopher.
And I can't see him because he got hurt at work
What can I say?
I'm looking to be in love.
Found someone.
And he actually sort of rescued me when I was being harassed by a greasy chicken eating philosopher.
And I can't see him because he got hurt at work

What can I say?
I'm looking to be in love.

Saving someone from a greasy chicken eating philosopher is the modern day equivalent of rescuing a fair maiden from a tower guarded by a dragon, troll, or angry rabbit with a taste for blood. I often hang out in KFC awaiting the C.E.P (chicken eating philosopher) in the hope of becoming some nice ladies hero. It hasn't happened yet but a true hero never gives up.
Screw it I give up.