Visited the oriental supermarket down in Bristol earlier and I was pleased to ee they had Pocky. So pleased, I 'asked' Dad to buy me a box >:D No quite as big as the ones I got in Telford, but Pocky nonetheless.
Travelling back, we got stuck behind a van at some traffic lights. Dad suddenly pointed something wrong with the van: on the section where the rear window should've been, there was a window wiper. At a place where there was no window to wipe. I had to laugh.
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Pocky = God
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