Sunday, September 24, 2006
The Birthday Hamburger

I know if embaresed Clare to know end, but in Salsbury (on Omouse birthday), we did lunch a a pub. I had a hamburger made of old shoe leather. It was disgusting and somehow, hollow inside.
So I did the only logically thing and split the sucker open to sing Happy Birthday to Omouse.
Clare was mortified.
I think he's a cute singing hamburger.