When I die I want my internet search history to be read out at my funeral. That way all my friends and family will go from being depressed to disgusted.
Due to an unfortunate spacing error while booking our holiday this year, I am now looking forward to a week on the Norfolk B roads.
Can eat liver and onions till I explode, it’s a known fact that it’s only men who where pink frilly knickers don’t like liver and onions
Love liver and onions, loads of gravy and mash, great, some buggers on here are too picky with their food.
I love liver, now, but it was only after I got married that I found out that; Liver wasn't supposed to be crispy. Sprouts were supposed to be able to retain their shape when cooked. Cabbage was not supposed to be a purée. Chips were not supposed to be brown. Custard should be able to move, preferably it should flow.
An American tourist stood by watching an Irish farmer dig and turn over the soil. Eventually he said ‘Hey, pal, what are your doing? I’m digging up potatoes, sir’ ‘Potatoes? Those tiny things? You call them potatoes? Back home in Milwaukee we have potatoes 10 times that size!’ “Yes sir, but you see, we only grow them to fit our mouths!”
