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Post by oh oooh on Apr 17, 2021 18:30:37 GMT
C'mon!
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Post by bungo the mungo on Apr 17, 2021 18:31:57 GMT
please, i'm just about to have SUPPER.
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Post by oh oooh on Apr 17, 2021 18:32:50 GMT
VEGAN pie and chips?
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Post by bungo the mungo on Apr 17, 2021 18:34:26 GMT
lentil soup, probably more of a DAAL.
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Post by oh oooh on Apr 17, 2021 18:35:59 GMT
red lentils?
spices? coriander?
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Post by bungo the mungo on Apr 17, 2021 18:38:12 GMT
red lentils? spices? coriander? yes! knorr veg stock.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2021 18:41:10 GMT
Cumin seeds?
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Post by oh oooh on Apr 17, 2021 18:42:41 GMT
A squeeze of lemon at the end, I would hope. And ideally served with the famous Turkish TIT BREAD, as G knows
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Post by bungo the mungo on Apr 17, 2021 18:44:12 GMT
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Post by bungo the mungo on Apr 17, 2021 18:44:42 GMT
A squeeze of lemon at the end yes, of course.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2021 19:17:13 GMT
A massive wet protein fart wakes up our irish Charles Atlas around eleven. He checks his app to see how much sleep he has had, fuck, thirteen hours. That means a four hour cardio workout is required. This is mused over for an all too brief time as he has fallen asleep with the tv on and sky sports dismisses all thought of burning off last night's cheeky emperor kebab from Barry's Babs.
As the day creeps to the early afternoon he muses over a new thread to start on preludin entitled "youse brits " This is changed on a whim to "if you had a ferret what would you call it" Early evening is spent lining the stomach with a cheeky trip to mac o Donnelly for their 99 cent sausage baps and a Lick o limerick ice cream. Once home he showers and then struggles between a button down collar shirt and maroon jumper or his 'in rainbows' t-shirt and his favourite red cardigan. Then it's over to the Kevin Barry to meet Padraig and the posse for the beginnings of the schtout feed. Sunday is spent catching up on American sports and wondering why he puked just as he was asking Mary at the burger van if she fancied coming out next week on the firms awards night.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2021 14:17:38 GMT
A thread about yours truly, I'm honoured.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2021 15:02:21 GMT
I'm going with: Attends online Taylor Swift conventions / Cult meetings
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2021 15:13:24 GMT
Thought that was you I was talking to. #Tayto4Life!
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Post by oh oooh on Apr 18, 2021 15:21:34 GMT
any of this true then M? A massive wet protein fart wakes up our irish Charles Atlas around eleven. He checks his app to see how much sleep he has had, fuck, thirteen hours. That means a four hour cardio workout is required. This is mused over for an all too brief time as he has fallen asleep with the tv on and sky sports dismisses all thought of burning off last night's cheeky emperor kebab from Barry's Babs. As the day creeps to the early afternoon he muses over a new thread to start on preludin entitled "youse brits " This is changed on a whim to "if you had a ferret what would you call it" Early evening is spent lining the stomach with a cheeky trip to mac o Donnelly for their 99 cent sausage baps and a Lick o limerick ice cream. Once home he showers and then struggles between a button down collar shirt and maroon jumper or his 'in rainbows' t-shirt and his favourite red cardigan. Then it's over to the Kevin Barry to meet Padraig and the posse for the beginnings of the schtout feed. Sunday is spent catching up on American sports and wondering why he puked just as he was asking Mary at the burger van if she fancied coming out next week on the firms awards night.
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