fry meat, post smiths, listen

Malale was a bit sicky and smelt yakiniku in the morning air.
They went to a suitable establishment. He could be the usual gaijin know-nothing twunt with no physical violence to worry about. Then he would fry meat and feel content like back in the day we used to bash our heads in with rocks or whatever was at hand.
Eventually the meat pieces looked like derelict space-ships.

- what was interesting about this day was that our expedition to the meat fry chamber was delayed by a defrosting fridge, and in the meantime Malale felt retroactive and prowled yourtubes for things like by the smiths and so on.
It was the last time he was here that he developed an understanding of the smiths. Now he can say that the first album is the best, plus a few songs like "please please please, let me get what I want", "I know it's over", "asleep" &tc.

errata

- see if you can find the little clip where "this charming man" is performed with a little class of little schoolchildren acting as a chorus - "We don't have to be violent or ugly or arrogant, just be charming" -

- the fridge was defrosted using salt. It is the tiny freezer section in the fridge I am referring to. It cannot sustain even the frozen nature of an ice lolly over night.

- a screwdriver was used to poke at the ice.

- mainly this post is about how terrible being can be.

- or, there is always a fridge to maintain.

- or, fried meat is yummy, despite morrisey's proclamations.

- or, it's all meat, like a constant source of protein. Malale has been going through the wikipedia list of nazi concentration camp victims.
. diligently .