I think we are starting to get to the root of your issues here :)
No, no. I never had any truck with my grandma's unreconstructed views. She was a lot of a ****, frankly.
Manish, on the other hand, was a mensch. One day we were rough-housing when he jumped off a school cupboard and landed squarely on my bóllocks. I was furious, but that afternoon after school he turned up at my front door with a bar of Turkish Delight by way of an apology and asked if I'd still be his best friend.
Great bunch of lads, the Indians.
Sell him now before he gets more overweight imo
New girlfriend to cuddle with rather than walking the dogs, pushing 30 so weight sticking on more than usual and can’t do the cardio he use too.
Disciplined chap but only a matter of time before he discovers Tiramisu and its all downhill imo
Yes
Turkish Delight IS a pile of cund
Or a finger of Fudge