On pies, good and bad

Stumbling home (or, more accurately my crashing point of Vertigo) late last night after escorting Emily (not Caygill who seems to have gone to ground) home I hid the press I'd borrowed from some rich looking people - it is what Che would do - and entered Shell to fill my belly with pie goodness. I was surprisingly drunk due to the benevolence of Mr Grouse and Ben's little voice popped into my head. Buying the most expensive pie I could find ($3.20) I retrieved my borrowed goods and discovered to my drunken horror that it was a bad pie - even given my condition. So expensive pies do not deserve the credit Ben accords them. I take the blame for following his advice.

Ben - have you adequately thought through your claim that 'Everyone should have girlfriends, even girls'? What if Karen was to get a girlfriend? Or is that part of a deceptive master plan....

Bad pies include those which include your offspring. Thanks Bill. And thanks to James T who has offered to eat my children and rid me of child support. Awesome. He is returning and wants to be satiated. I say we satiate his alcoholic lustings with alcohol and parties a-plenty. Late July, people. Heads up.

Just don't trust his pies.