Chill pill, that's all I'm saying.

Hello all,

My last blog has caused a huge amount of social upheaval, which I feel needs to be addressed promptly.

To recap, a young Priceling attempted to draw me in to a round of fisticuffs.

The reason I think this needs discussing is due to all of the conflicting accounts of events that are surfacing in the international media:

Regrettably there is no video of the event itself, however I found this to be a pretty accurate reconstruction wherein I am wearing a suave black outfit (topman ofc.).

I hope that this lays the matter to rest. I often pride myself on being unbiased and completely impartial about events, even when they concern myself.

Stay classy Pricediego

Review of a film I have seen

I enjoy the occasional film, when not singing, dancing, writing poetry, practising dancing, listening to music, watching people dance, or doing other indie things.

Here is a review of a film I think everyone should see:

Twilight

Twilight is the story of a corrupt private investigator called Tony “Twilight” McClure (see above photo). Twilight McClure earned his nickname as he only solves crimes in twilight. This is because he is both scared of the dark and committed to his other job running a bohemian coffee shop during the day.

The film itself begins as a tale of how he first got in to being a private investigator. As a child Twilight McClure was adopted as both of his parents died in a fist fight with one another. His foster parents were then murdered when someone crashed a cruise liner in to their beach house. Twilight vows to find out who the killer was. 

Over the course of the film a love interest is introduced in the form of this young lady:

They have a whirlwind romance that takes up most of the film, to the extent that the original plot is completely forgotten.

The film reaches an abrupt climax when it is revealed that his aforementioned love interest is 15. As Twilight McClure is 33 he is arrested on paedophilia charges and subsequently incarcerated. 

In other news, I recently headed in to Manchester for a textbook wild night out. The night went exceedingly well up until the very end at which point I was approached by someone I can only assume dresses himself word for word from my instructions.

Usually such people just want to discuss polo shirts or other important issues, but in this case the youth began to throw insults and allegations like some form of tennis ball machine, however rather than launching tennis balls he was launching insults and allegations.

Enough about balls. After some time it became apparent that the young Priceling was under the impression that I had been flirting with his girlfriend. This can be a frequent issue when, like me, one is dressed to perfection and ridiculously good looking. 

I drew the line when he insulted my little gay friend. I was tempted to go sick but instead I left and wrote a song about it. I will enact my revenge by telling him flares are in.

I'm going to review "Step Brothers" soon so come back and read that.

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Best regards,

Egg Fried Price