Today the three chaps (sans Mayonnaise) gathered to shoot the breeze in advance of the anniversary of the birth of our lord Jesus H Fucking Christ. Jelly, the author of this episode, came first and after mopping up his juices exited by the back door (Lil' Bourke Street), bored wandering around the interior waiting for the chums. He spotted Butter cumming down the road and both re-entered the back door, surprised to notice that Paramount has a resident night club, "The (B)Ass Lounge". Neither had been there, lately.
Once seated at their usual table, outside Chef Wanka's, Jelly mentioned that he'd originally mistaken a strange bald bearded cunt slurping noodles for our friendly bald cunt Peanut, but it was a different bald cunt altogether. Butter had brought some edible substance with him but Jelly didn't see what it was, a negligent lack of attention that the scribe of the episode should be ashamed of. Jelly upped from the table to choose and buy something for lunch (a rare treat as he usually brought home made leftovers to the Paramount). He settled for Chine's, a tall pile of fried food that will doubtless cause menace to his digestive tract later in the day. Upon return to table Peanut had arrived and was already shovelling Wanka into his maw. Bits soon flew out of it though, through nose too I'd guess, upon hearing Butter's usual below the belt japes. Mayonnaise was missed... where was she?
Discussion was pretty heated for such a brief gathering, and took on the subject of cunts, the world being full of them, among other things. Christmas parties had been attended (Penaut, Butter) and rejected (Jelly). Butter had also attended the Office of the Community Sector's reunion, with DP present and retired and moving to South Australia, and then DP ensuing (and all in the Sector cumming and rejoicing, except for JP, the foul bush pig, who'd have caused instant droop to all male parties had she been present). Jelly left a big fried dim sim on his plate which appalled all, particularly when lifted aloft, hanging only by a thin stream of cabbage that resembled our favourite life-giving zinc substance.
Peanut and Jelly had also forgotten this blog vehicle, thinking it abandoned, shame, but Butter assured all he'd been keeping it active (and then some). Christmas carols were heard, but not as rocking or funky as PB and J would have liked. Butter had to go, Peanut and Jelly accompanied him only for Peanut to remember forgetting his bag. Got his bag and then all left to return to the joys of work. Merry Christmas!
POSTSCRIPT: Jelly's belly suffered a nasty upset after dining at "Chine's". Surprising but it turns out the pre-prepared fried morsels displayed in the "help yourself" bain maries aren't as nutricious, or, frankly, delicious, as they look or as the vibrant salesmanship touts them to be. BYO or good ol' Chef Wanka from here on in.
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