The system must be more sophisticated than that though. I have bad memories of butter dishes, and grew up not liking butter because it was so often rancid.Originally Posted by Burney
Once it hit the butter dish it never went back in the fridge.
The system must be more sophisticated than that though. I have bad memories of butter dishes, and grew up not liking butter because it was so often rancid.
On Thursday they do the Aubergine special in Govindas. Bang on.Quiche. A family sized quiche.
Real men don't eat quiche, do they?
Auber***ingine?On Thursday they do the Aubergine special in Govindas. Bang on.
Have a look in the mirror, mate. Your ancestors didn't die building the M1 for you to ponce around with fúcking aubergines.
Poof. No offence.
Fúck off and rob a bicycle!
There's rude.Fúck off and rob a bicycle!
In his lunch choices, sw often reveals that he is quite the mincing metrosexual-about-town. It's all falafel this and quinoa that.
I assume that in reality he's actually just eating a few boiled spuds his missus has wrapped up in a manky old bit of canvas with a paper twist of salt, but he doesn't want to shame himself in front of the bàstard English, so he pretends he's eating all these global delicacies.
Cheese and marmalade toastie (must be Double Gloucetser and Dundee Orange with a merest hint of mustard (must be Maille Dijon))
Jesus fùcking wept!
I mean, I know we josh one another about things, h, but I really hope you're not being serious here?
Cheese and fùcking marmalade? Are you mentally ill?
Oh pipe down you pompous old tosser. You have crab apply jelly with your pork don't you? I mean, I am talking just a smidgen of marmalade;
I do no such thing. Marmalade has no business with savoury items, you utter, utter degenerate.
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