nobody is going to spend that money on Bent now, nobody on earth. They still owe us money for the **** bag as well, they really ****ed it up.
Bent could have been a legend the whole deal with villa stunk IMO and then to read villa fans knocking us saying never mind he is coming to a bigger club, and to hear Capello say its good for his England career well who is wrong know, as you said mate he is a sh&t bag and I hope villa carnt get rid of in jan
I'd take him for £13, on the agreement that I can kick him in the nuts on the North Stand penalty spot wearing leather brogues. Also, he can buy me a seasons worth of balti's.
You have to get involved before kick off mate, half time and the pastry starts to stiffen, and dry out. Odd thing as well, I wandered into the East in a padded seat for the QPR game (old age, cold wet night, little hope at the time of any action...), and the balti was minging. Probs cook them more to reduce the damage to the old feckers teeth that sit in that stand...
Heartburn City but lush, especially when you know it's going to take the roof of your mouth off and you won't be able to feel your tongue for days, but you just can't hold back, you have to take that bite and then it's too late. It's like the Fruit Pastel dilema.
It's so true. I often use the fork technique - Theory - make hole in top, let air cool, eat. Reality - Brain tricked into thinking hot chicken on fork is cooler than biting in, shovel in mouth, entire inside of mouth scorched. You know not to do it, but you do anyway. Benefit? You can't taste the ****ing disgusting taste of the half time cider, lines last cleaned when the stadium was still a ****ing pit if the tastes a hint...
I've got a Nigerian Safety guy working for me here, he spent 4 year at Sunderland Uni and to make a few bob he worked at the SOL and also the Dogs. I'll never eat another hot dog after what he told me, reckons they're twats to work for as well. Won't stop the Balti indulgence though. One of them and a slack handful of Rennee's washed down by a pint of Fosters in a plastic glass, pure heaven.
Ha ha. Mate, the core temp of a balti is so high, that anything the staff choose to do to it will be dead as a dodo before it reaches your lips, nothing other than a Mackem man-folks lips can survive it's blazing glory. If the sun ever burns out, we can hoist a fresh from the oven balti up there, it'd blaze for a good few years
Forgot to mention, I use the Red Rum technique, lips back as far as they will go, teeth out as far as they will go and then procede with caution. It doesn't work like so don't even waste you time trying to adopt this technique. It saves a little bit of pain on your lips but totally strips the skin off the inside of your gums and there's always some smart bird watching you and sniggering at your unfortunate demise. It's even worse if the said Balti is in any way damaged, cos then what usually happens is you get more on that first bite than you really intended. The temperature is so intense that the following shuffling about trying to cool it down cos you can't spit it out (oh yes, she's still watching by the way) results in further damage to just about every nook and cranny in your mouth. God forbid you should even try to swallow at this point, that would just be plain suicide and i doubt you'd get to see the second half as the ambulances don't have TV's. Why do we do it eh?
I'll chip a quid in! Oh and by the way for the umpteenth thread! Yes i would welcome him back but only with a grovelling appology!
My uncle is working off the coast of Angola at the moment... He had a balti the other day for Christmas. At least he was led to believe that. He found out later it was Zebra.
