I had some triffic chips from a place in Ewell the other week. One portion shared between two of us on the train home and totally scrummy. Also, they were magic chips as we didn't need any dinner.
I had some triffic chips from a place in Ewell the other week. One portion shared between two of us on the train home and totally scrummy. Also, they were magic chips as we didn't need any dinner.
Sometimes chips are magic. I have noticed this. Sometimes they are simply the best thing to eat in the whole world.
There appear to be some chips in there somehere, under the onions, and peanut sauce, but calling onions chips is a little odd, my friend. You'll be saying that women have pen1ses next.