sloth
do you have any idea why their sign reads "the canterbury, ecclectic eatery"? what the fuck is this? colostic eatery is what it should read. or maybe this is colostal kitchen, remember that place?
you leave feeling like you ate a pound of lead!
the canterbury( nasterbury)
the canterbury( nasterbury)
Rosie,
I reckon (I feel like Jed Clampett saying reckon all the time but I can't help it because its popular Brit slang no matter how dumb it sounds) that the Canterbury is lost in a time warp.
Its true!
Although the theme is medieval England the food is from a bad That 70's Show episode. Basically you can have anything you want as long as its fried and dripping in grease. WTF?
I like the Coastal Kitchen. I lived 15 feet away from it for 3 years. My most memorable moment was some guy on the patio complaining that it always smelled like pot and blaming the cook.
hahahahahaha[/]
I am much healthier now in London. In fact I only eat blood pudding and jellied eels.
I reckon (I feel like Jed Clampett saying reckon all the time but I can't help it because its popular Brit slang no matter how dumb it sounds) that the Canterbury is lost in a time warp.
Its true!
Although the theme is medieval England the food is from a bad That 70's Show episode. Basically you can have anything you want as long as its fried and dripping in grease. WTF?
I like the Coastal Kitchen. I lived 15 feet away from it for 3 years. My most memorable moment was some guy on the patio complaining that it always smelled like pot and blaming the cook.
hahahahahaha[/]
I am much healthier now in London. In fact I only eat blood pudding and jellied eels.
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<rosie>
the canterbury( nasterbury)
did you know the guys that lived in the house (south) next to you. the rap band?
the canterbury( nasterbury)
No I don't know the rap band. Are we talking about the little ugly house right next door that looks like a strong wind might blow it over?
It took me almost three years just to meet Holly. And she was the only neighbor I knew except of course for the drug dealers, ha ha.
It took me almost three years just to meet Holly. And she was the only neighbor I knew except of course for the drug dealers, ha ha.
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<mc cutcheon>
the canterbury( nasterbury)
sloth didn't get out much in those days. and on the front page big boy it says b.b. or bad behavoir. it should be of-- with a 'f'
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the canterbury( nasterbury)
The Sloth isn't the shy type, don't be fooled. Just not terribly aquainted with any neighbor that didn't have their hand in the trade of the wicked devil weed. And I find no fault in that.
But he did get the insight of lovely women hanging about the apartment next door. Data compiled, I'm sure, to add to his stories. As did McCutcheon.
Or maybe the scary women's perspective, so described by one of these men (not gonna specify) because we (myself and Miss M. my beautiful and viscious cohort)have had the poor decision making skills of choosing total rat bastards for our significant others in the past and don't want to deal with that kind of crap anymore.
Unfortunately (to some, I'm thinking), we are terribly vocal about it.
Fodder for the imagination, is it not?
Whatever the case, I love the stories these men tell, even when dirty and despicable.
And Miss Rosie, I love your descriptions of the Canterbury. Please tell more stories yourself. That's what this is for.
Anyone listening? Cause I read this for all of your perspectives.
All of them.
But he did get the insight of lovely women hanging about the apartment next door. Data compiled, I'm sure, to add to his stories. As did McCutcheon.
Or maybe the scary women's perspective, so described by one of these men (not gonna specify) because we (myself and Miss M. my beautiful and viscious cohort)have had the poor decision making skills of choosing total rat bastards for our significant others in the past and don't want to deal with that kind of crap anymore.
Unfortunately (to some, I'm thinking), we are terribly vocal about it.
Fodder for the imagination, is it not?
Whatever the case, I love the stories these men tell, even when dirty and despicable.
And Miss Rosie, I love your descriptions of the Canterbury. Please tell more stories yourself. That's what this is for.
Anyone listening? Cause I read this for all of your perspectives.
All of them.