When I was about 3 years old, I think, I remember being at my grandpa's house looking through his backyard. I had a cousin named Joe who was maybe like 1 year younger than me? 2 basically.
Anway, I always liked looking for bugs in people's backyards. My mom was usually off participating in her various and unique hobbies (I once found a pot of boiling water on a stove at one of her friends' houses and asked her if it was glass soup. It was just full of pipes, hopefully colorful ones. I can't really remember that part. But yeah, her friend also had a pretty cool fish that I played with, and that thing basically ate whatever it could. Mostly goldfish.) My personal favorite hobby as a small child was just watching ant hills. Usually I just handed the ants stuff to play with like rocks or leaves. I did give them other bugs oftentimes too, though. I've always loved starting bug wars.
Anyway, back on the original topic, my cousin Joe wasn't very nice. I found a really cool snail in the backyard and I named it the King of England. Joe didn't seem to appreciate this. He poured salt all over my new snail and I watched in horror as the poor thing died. Then I ran back into my grandpa's house screaming "JOE KILLED THE KING OF ENGLAND!!!"
Somehow this story got mutated into me saying "She said that he killed the "God of England!". That's why my dad's side of the family still kinda pisses me off, honestly. I don't think I really even believed in God back then, I was always kinda teetering back and forth between wanting to believe in it, but then I also realized that if God is real, well, why not ghosts and other terrifying shit? Too many contradictions for my taste, but I digress.
Indian food is my probably my favorite kind of food because I generally prefer a vegetarian diet. I'm basically a flexitarian honestly. I just don't really appreciate it when people randomly forget that my acts of kindness come in forms other than just money and then they think they can pull a fucking fast one on me. The worst part is when they start acting like liars and then refuse to make eye contact with. But, again, I digress...
So the UK is one of my favorite countries because my grandma raised me like that. But yeah, I still like meat on occasion, just very little. Fruits and vegetables just taste waaay better to me.
What is your opinion on the British?
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When I was about 3 years old, I think, I remember being at my grandpa's house looking through his backyard. I had a cousin named Joe who was maybe like 1 year younger than me? 2 basically.
Anway, I always liked looking for bugs in people's backyards. My mom was usually off participating in her various and unique hobbies (I once found a pot of boiling water on a stove at one of her friends' houses and asked her if it was glass soup. It was just full of pipes, hopefully colorful ones. I can't really remember that part. But yeah, her friend also had a pretty cool fish that I played with, and that thing basically ate whatever it could. Mostly goldfish.) My personal favorite hobby as a small child was just watching ant hills. Usually I just handed the ants stuff to play with like rocks or leaves. I did give them other bugs oftentimes too, though. I've always loved starting bug wars.
Anyway, back on the original topic, my cousin Joe wasn't very nice. I found a really cool snail in the backyard and I named it the King of England. Joe didn't seem to appreciate this. He poured salt all over my new snail and I watched in horror as the poor thing died. Then I ran back into my grandpa's house screaming "JOE KILLED THE KING OF ENGLAND!!!"
Somehow this story got mutated into me saying "She said that he killed the "God of England!". That's why my dad's side of the family still kinda pisses me off, honestly. I don't think I really even believed in God back then, I was always kinda teetering back and forth between wanting to believe in it, but then I also realized that if God is real, well, why not ghosts and other terrifying shit? Too many contradictions for my taste, but I digress.
Indian food is my probably my favorite kind of food because I generally prefer a vegetarian diet. I'm basically a flexitarian honestly. I just don't really appreciate it when people randomly forget that my acts of kindness come in forms other than just money and then they think they can pull a fucking fast one on me. The worst part is when they start acting like liars and then refuse to make eye contact with. But, again, I digress...
So the UK is one of my favorite countries because my grandma raised me like that. But yeah, I still like meat on occasion, just very little. Fruits and vegetables just taste waaay better to me.