I don’t think you should write them off without trying them, Commie. See if they do turkey and carrot flavours, and that could be your Christmas dinner sorted.
Best? What about all the presents and family and booze and chocolates and snow and Christmas trees and the Pogues and Eastenders Murders and mountain of accrued debt and dustbin delays and shooting next door’s cat in the face?
It's all about sprouts crisps in the hurley house this year.. Even though he'll have to eat them in his secret cupboard.
I read today that a pair of emo mongs tried to do a joint suicide and one of them bottled the jump... at some point for a split second, the splattered emo that jumped was thinking “You ****”.