Well what an interesting day it has been. I don't mean to harp on, but I think the Housemates are now over the psychological trauma of having Bouncer's ball splattered everywhere. Most had been off of their food for the past couple of days, but Bernard decided to step up to the mark and russel up at feast. Quite literally he did. However this is Bear brother and things do not happen without a slight glitch. You see Bernard has an addiction. An addiction to cock...rels, actually any sort of processed poultry. Who knows how many dishes he has 'seasoned well' before serving them up in his restuarnt, how many carveries have his personal 'herb'. Well this has lead to abnormalities. Severe medical abnomalities, that have confounded doctors. His meat and two veg are all, how to put it....head? A rare condition, of which there only appearss to be a single case ever recorded. Bernard. Yes his unnatural contact his pultry over the years have turned his cock into a knob. No wait. His knob into a cock. And with the housemates all hungry, and not a scrap of food in the house, Bernard has no choice but to lay his chickenhood on the line. Soup anyone?
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