My Mrs called about 6 different pubs yesterday to get a table for dinner. We were bored of the food in our local so wanted to try something different. You can imagine the look I gave her when I sat down and saw the same Joseph Holt sign that’s in my local knowing that any second now I’ll be presented with the exact same menu that’s in my local that we could have just walked to.
See heres the problem with that for me. You bang a girl you like and in the morning (lets say 7am) after she sucks you off you accept breakfast from her cos polite and that yeh. Then after the breakfast and another bang and blowy you tell her lets go for dinner (cos bless her she cant cook for **** and you need real food) then she looks at you confused cos its only 11am and youre talkin some madness about going for dinner. She declines and never calls you again because youre obviously fukin weird.
You should open a restaurant bro. Sucky's **** suppers. No danger of Munse turning up coz he won't know what time that's served.
I think you need to spend less time concerning yourself with the words used to describe meal times and more time eating good quality food.
Looks alright that bro. Not sure why the toast needed a separate plate, but that's a decent enough meal.
