I work for the FBI now. I’m the enemy.
Quite frankly, I avoid the place like the plague. It's just that the bus between my house and my parent's house goes right through P Nordy. It also stops there so I get sushi at the mall place. You know, the one with the cinema and whitcoulls and toilets?
Do you go to Palmerston North often? It is where I lived once. My eatery, if you will, was a place called Stad’s. The place is horrible,—or at least was horrible when I went there last—but my reasons were not only for food. It isn’t really any use to anyone who is genuinely hungry. I wouldn’t recommend hunting it out, not even if you see the place... it would be best to stick to Subway, or whatever you kids eat these days. Something safe, you know what I mean? Or not eat the food of those doomed lands, anyway. They are a weird people down there—not enough hills, I think; it is good for one’s mind to have at least one hill climb per day. But wait, that doesn’t sound right. What did that creepy old man live on... he had a lot of bicycles. , these memories are bad news. Why am I thinking about them? My fault, I guess.
I almost forgot but I found another Fisherman's Table in Palmerston North. I'll add it to the list.
Jesús Curruscante, that was painful.
I had an avatar from Final Fantasy VI.
HEY DUDE WE LIVE IN THE SAME COuNTRY
I disagree with your ideologies.
remember that time ages and ages ago where your name confused me? yeah
Hanging out. That’s all I ever do.
