"What a drag," grunted the fellow as he planted his feet firmly to the ground, dragging them along.
A faint smile fell upon his lips at the realization of the pun that he just made. But it didn't last long. The wind blew it away. The warmth of his overcoat pale in comparison to coldness of the wind. But it was all that he had to shield himself from the elements.
"Well, as long as it keeps me dry," he thought to himself, optimistically.
Slowly but steadily he battled through the piercing raindrops and bone-chilling wind. Questioning the seasons ever so often. It was summer yet it was winter. Wet and cold. Not the warm and dry summer he was hoping for.
"It must be Global Warming," he mused, nodding in agreement.
However, he was a man on a mission. No wind nor rain would be able to hinder him. He had only one goal and one goal only. But to achieve it, he must move forward. Forward against the elements and towards the light. Yes, it was vague but he was able to make out the colours from the distance. Crimson red and shimmering white.
"So we meet again-" he exclaimed, "My Kentucky Fried Friend."
Since it was lonely eating alone, he decided to return home to comfort himself as well as his stomach. Talk about being anti-climatic, this brings us to the end of our tale of valor, hope, bad grammar, terrible use of tenses and poor sentence structure.
KON!~ ( because ending with "the end" is just cliche )
It's raining in Melbourne, I still love KFC and I may be a little bored. Just a little. But there should be enough Japanese dramas to sustain me through these times. Hmmm I might blog about it. Japanese dramas, that is.
~ I would still take 12 wicked wings over an ultimate burger meal ~
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