It's a strange comfort when the night before the apocalyptic paper your dad cooks a whole extra-greasy meal of frickins (fried chicken) and lamb chops. Watch them prison dramas (strictly NOT Prison Break) and see how death-row dudes get their last meal the way they want it?
Me felt the same way..
frying them chickens
grilling them lambs
It's also a strange comfort when your friend makes this statement;
"When your killer paper is a week away,
and you know that no matter how much you study,
you're gonna face your doom anyway..
like struggling against death - its... sad.."
Thanks buddy~ I feel sooooooooo much better now~
Keep up the good fight people!
Go PETA! Nites~