Categories: uncategorized
Date: 13 July 2006 22:53:27
It was a very strange experience to say the least. Every day Antarctica (not a real name) would come up to me and ask for a different type of food. I am a very helpful chap or at least I try to be but the warnign bells started to go off.
The descriptions given for the food desired where not just simple but complicated and fanciful. I was sought out to procure cake for a celebration. I was given strict instructions for what the cake was to taste like. I then passed on all this data to PRC who exceeded everyone's expectations.
Once this mission was done it just got worse and worse and was almost begging. And seeing that this person was not the slimmest on the bloke. I started to feel like I was their dealer so that could get one more creamy fix. One time the request came for food they even gave me a second choice. If you can't get me X can you at least get me some Y. I will admit I didn't try to fill their desires. I did manage to get myself some X and it was pretty spesh. But was not amazing experience Antarctica described.
Till Next Time It Was All A Little Creepy,
Chops
Till