Some say “cellar door” is the most beautiful phrase in the English language. Those people have not heard the majesty that is: “onion ring pole”
Faced with a stale, battered biscuit for pudding, everyone is suddenly very full, thank you anyway Sammy.
Simpler: affixing a post-it note marked “SPECIMEN”.
Anyone else reminded of the Father Ted episode where Mrs Doyle bakes a cake jumper for Eoin McLove?
Now my hair smells of minestrone.
“They’re YOUR tips!” says Chat magazine, distancing itself from this jizzfest of a dessert.
No-one wants to sit next to Joanna on the bus.
Sarah, lip tint is £2 from Superdrug. No need to smell like borscht all night.
Added bonus: it looks like you’ve blacked up. Thrifty AND racist!
Mhairi, lovey, they have toasters in Foreign now.
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