there was one time when the lad hid his sprouts under a small pile of mash and said he was full, the ex was happy with that so he put the plate near the dogs bowl hoping it would eat his left overs. The dog ate all the mash and licked the plate clean, unfortunately it also licked the sprouts clean and left them. Even the ex had to laugh at that.
**** me ... kid you not, was so often my breakfast when I was a 'radical' student ... used to alternate with orange club biscuits ... **** dat muesli **** bruv ... that's for when you get to my age
When I was in sixth form the old girl would bring me a cup of coffee and either a penguin or kitkat ... we lived in a off licence that also sold groceries ... nostalgia eh? ... my first experiences of 'foreign food' were Vesta ready meals ... used to love 'em ... exotic innit
That's the ****er ... two types of noodle, one that was in with the main ingredients and came out lovely and soft, then the crispy nirvana that you deep fried and poured the soy sauce sachet over
