Oh, yeah. All that shït, too. No potatoes, though.
Plenty of potatoes. Saigon is a goldmine of little French bistros run by Gauloise-puffing veterans who apparently never left. In the 'Nam one is rarely more than 10 minutes from a decent steak frites.
V's mother's local vicar is a woman who loves another woman, with whom she co-habits. Yes, a lesbonian vicar, no doubt engaging in unnatural practices.
Christ! What is wrong with these people? How can they allow themselves to be preached to by such open deviants?
Don't they know it's crucial to only allow yourself to be preached to by closeted deviants?
Plenty of potatoes. Saigon is a goldmine of little French bistros run by Gauloise-puffing veterans who apparently never left. In the 'Nam one is rarely more than 10 minutes from a decent steak frites.
Yes, but that's not Vietnamese food, is it? That's like saying UK food is a great source of okra because you can get a bhindi bhaji on most high streets.
What's dog like then c? I always imagine the meat will be a dark grey colour with a very slimey texture.
(your mum's a bit of a dog imo).
I have only eaten dog once, and that was in a 5 star hotel in Bucharest during the Glorious Years of Socialism. Cutlet of dog was the only item available on the luncheon menu.
It was rank; grey, gristly and repulsive. Much like your mum.
Yes, but that's not Vietnamese food, is it? That's like saying UK food is a great source of okra because you can get a bhindi bhaji on most high streets.
I didn't say it was a great source of potatoes, I simply said that potatoes are freely available for those of you with more paysanne tastes.
I have only eaten dog once, and that was in a 5 star hotel in Bucharest during the Glorious Years of Socialism. Cutlet of dog was the only item available on the luncheon menu.
It was rank; grey, gristly and repulsive. Much like your mum.
To be fair, the Romanians probably were never going to be able to do it justice, were they?