It'd be pretty quick. Oh, heh, Chris probably can't afford Bell this time around, so he'd try to represent himself and give a rousing speech in court. As it happens, he'll be imagining himself as Perry Mason. But to people living in reality, it'd just look like his cranky, ineffectual rant videos.
A quarter of a sandwich. A chicken sandwich, if I remember correctly. Chris abbreviated quarter of a sandwich as q-sand one time.
He didn't, he talked about how he ate most of the sandwich, but still had a "q-sand" left. Or something like that.
Heh, and this is nuts to me. Like, a fast food sandwich isn't huge. But say, even if it was a big sandwich, still, Barb was down to a quarter of it. It can't be more than a few bites. Can't just finish it off right when she got it? No, Barb's gotta wrap those few bites up and stick it in her filthy purse so she can eat it later.
Chris needed, and still Greatly Needs, to have some guy friends. I think that's true for most of the bitter "WHY DO WOMEN NEVER CHOOSE MEEE ARGH BRUTES AND WHORES!!!" people. But no, they are the only men in the world who gets it and everything in their life is a great injustice.
I don't know, but I typed "-Chan" after his name in my previous post, and it was changed into Our Pet Lolcow. Very odd. What do they have against his self-conferred nickname?
He'd smell like
and Axe mixed with vinegar.
