“Minerals.”
Dubs do that too
Minera-d-ls
Just after having the dinner there.
Earlier than I used to have it at home, which would generally take place around 1.30 or 1.45, after the News at One and the deaths on Shannonside.
Daycent feed. 3 slices of meat, two vegetables and two different types of potato.
I bought a Crunchie on the way back for the sweet.
Up Roasters.
[QUOTE=“farmerinthecity, post: 1031385, member: 24”]Just after having the dinner there.
Earlier than I used to have it at home, which would generally take place around 1.30 or 1.45, after the News at One and the deaths on Shannonside.
Daycent feed. 3 slices of meat, two vegetables and two different types of potato.
I bought a Crunchie on the way back for the sweet.
Up Roasters.[/QUOTE]
That’s good ating.
I had the spuds before the soup today to let it cool down. Am I a roaster?
Horsebox, I believe spice bags are all the rage for lunch among the professionals working around the Grand Canal Dock area of the City.
You’re a fucking freak so you are
[QUOTE=“farmerinthecity, post: 1031385, member: 24”]Just after having the dinner there.
Earlier than I used to have it at home, which would generally take place around 1.30 or 1.45, after the News at One and the deaths on Shannonside.
Daycent feed. 3 slices of meat, two vegetables and two different types of potato.
I bought a Crunchie on the way back for the sweet.
[/QUOTE]
This was a perfectly adequate dinner for a working rural man in the middle part of the last century. And I understand this would be a once off for a man like youself @farmerinthecity . Please confirm?
The 1950’s working man would then, lie on the bed for half an hour and then go back out to the farm complete his labour intensive tasks… possibly burning up to 1000 calories before he retired for the evening. On tough days (sledging stones, walking a plough behind 2 horses) he could have burned 2000 calories or more.
Today, the definite roaster has kept with the diet but sits on his hole most of the time. That’s where the gut hanging out over the wranglers has come from. These lads are no way equipped to deal with life in the modern world. Modern professional life requires a high level of cognitive performance with stable blood sugar levels throughout the working days. Instead you get roasters siting badly at desks with their sinuses running, stomach rumbling and and their constant urge to eat and shite keeps breaking their concentration all day.
Did you ever meet a roaster around 9.30am at the printer? A confused haze cast over him… that’s the brain fog. The sugar high from the bowl of weetabix he ate at 8am is wearing thin now and the lowering blood sugars has him struggling for clarity on going about his daily tasks. Fair play to him he tries to fit in with his ‘6th Sense’ chinos and tight fitting shirts but the excess of his roaster diet is clouding his efforts… rash on his face, gut resting uneasily against the bottom 3 buttons on his shirt… there is no way he could comfortably carry a phone in his back pocket. He struggles from meal to meal and never completes a task properly as his focus wanders over and back from sugar cravings to the recurring peristaltic waves of his rectum.
The bulletproof/nutriblast generation have moved forward. Modern lifestyles demands it.
The choice is simple. Join us or be left behind.
What would be a once off? The dinner? No.
The lads
The dinner
The girlfriend
The breakfast
The wife
The cure
the, the, the…
fucking roasters.
[QUOTE=“ChocolateMice, post: 1031554, member: 168”]The lads
The dinner
The girlfriend
The breakfast
The wife
The cure
the, the, the…
fucking roasters.[/QUOTE]
The princess
‘My’ princess.
[QUOTE=“ChocolateMice, post: 1031554, member: 168”]The lads
The dinner
The girlfriend
The breakfast
The wife
The cure
the, the, the…
fucking roasters.[/QUOTE]
Hiberno-English
Also once The GAA was on it
Sky Sports became The Sky Sports
[QUOTE=“Kinvara’s Passion, post: 1031518, member: 686”]This was a perfectly adequate dinner for a working rural man in the middle part of the last century. And I understand this would be a once off for a man like youself @farmerinthecity . Please confirm?
The 1950’s working man would then, lie on the bed for half an hour and then go back out to the farm complete his labour intensive tasks… possibly burning up to 1000 calories before he retired for the evening. On tough days (sledging stones, walking a plough behind 2 horses) he could have burned 2000 calories or more.
Today, the definite roaster has kept with the diet but sits on his hole most of the time. That’s where the gut hanging out over the wranglers has come from. These lads are no way equipped to deal with life in the modern world. Modern professional life requires a high level of cognitive performance with stable blood sugar levels throughout the working days. Instead you get roasters siting badly at desks with their sinuses running, stomach rumbling and and their constant urge to eat and shite keeps breaking their concentration all day.
Did you ever meet a roaster around 9.30am at the printer? A confused haze cast over him… that’s the brain fog. The sugar high from the bowl of weetabix he ate at 8am is wearing thin now and the lowering blood sugars has him struggling for clarity on going about his daily tasks. Fair play to him he tries to fit in with his ‘6th Sense’ chinos and tight fitting shirts but the excess of his roaster diet is clouding his efforts… rash on his face, gut resting uneasily against the bottom 3 buttons on his shirt… there is no way he could comfortably carry a phone in his back pocket. He struggles from meal to meal and never completes a task properly as his focus wanders over and back from sugar cravings to the recurring peristaltic waves of his rectum.
The bulletproof/nutriblast generation have moved forward. Modern lifestyles demands it.
The choice is simple. Join us or be left behind.[/QUOTE]
Post of the Year
Really? Did you read @ChocolateMice’s one about his nutri bullet? It was a cracker.
[QUOTE=“Kinvara’s Passion, post: 1031518, member: 686”]This was a perfectly adequate dinner for a working rural man in the middle part of the last century. And I understand this would be a once off for a man like youself @farmerinthecity . Please confirm?
The 1950’s working man would then, lie on the bed for half an hour and then go back out to the farm complete his labour intensive tasks… possibly burning up to 1000 calories before he retired for the evening. On tough days (sledging stones, walking a plough behind 2 horses) he could have burned 2000 calories or more.
Today, the definite roaster has kept with the diet but sits on his hole most of the time. That’s where the gut hanging out over the wranglers has come from. These lads are no way equipped to deal with life in the modern world. Modern professional life requires a high level of cognitive performance with stable blood sugar levels throughout the working days. Instead you get roasters siting badly at desks with their sinuses running, stomach rumbling and and their constant urge to eat and shite keeps breaking their concentration all day.
Did you ever meet a roaster around 9.30am at the printer? A confused haze cast over him… that’s the brain fog. The sugar high from the bowl of weetabix he ate at 8am is wearing thin now and the lowering blood sugars has him struggling for clarity on going about his daily tasks. Fair play to him he tries to fit in with his ‘6th Sense’ chinos and tight fitting shirts but the excess of his roaster diet is clouding his efforts… rash on his face, gut resting uneasily against the bottom 3 buttons on his shirt… there is no way he could comfortably carry a phone in his back pocket. He struggles from meal to meal and never completes a task properly as his focus wanders over and back from sugar cravings to the recurring peristaltic waves of his rectum.
The bulletproof/nutriblast generation have moved forward. Modern lifestyles demands it.
The choice is simple. Join us or be left behind.[/QUOTE]
Out-fucking-standing 
[QUOTE=“Kinvara’s Passion, post: 1031518, member: 686”]This was a perfectly adequate dinner for a working rural man in the middle part of the last century. And I understand this would be a once off for a man like youself @farmerinthecity . Please confirm?
The 1950’s working man would then, lie on the bed for half an hour and then go back out to the farm complete his labour intensive tasks… possibly burning up to 1000 calories before he retired for the evening. On tough days (sledging stones, walking a plough behind 2 horses) he could have burned 2000 calories or more.
Today, the definite roaster has kept with the diet but sits on his hole most of the time. That’s where the gut hanging out over the wranglers has come from. These lads are no way equipped to deal with life in the modern world. Modern professional life requires a high level of cognitive performance with stable blood sugar levels throughout the working days. Instead you get roasters siting badly at desks with their sinuses running, stomach rumbling and and their constant urge to eat and shite keeps breaking their concentration all day.
Did you ever meet a roaster around 9.30am at the printer? A confused haze cast over him… that’s the brain fog. The sugar high from the bowl of weetabix he ate at 8am is wearing thin now and the lowering blood sugars has him struggling for clarity on going about his daily tasks. Fair play to him he tries to fit in with his ‘6th Sense’ chinos and tight fitting shirts but the excess of his roaster diet is clouding his efforts… rash on his face, gut resting uneasily against the bottom 3 buttons on his shirt… there is no way he could comfortably carry a phone in his back pocket. He struggles from meal to meal and never completes a task properly as his focus wanders over and back from sugar cravings to the recurring peristaltic waves of his rectum.
The bulletproof/nutriblast generation have moved forward. Modern lifestyles demands it.
The choice is simple. Join us or be left behind.[/QUOTE]unreal, only a regular nutribullet drinker could have to clarity to write that
the savage bad diet of someone like mac as KP pointed out is a fair sign of a roaster, horrible spotty faces from choc-late and ateing tayto, the grease coming right out through the pores in their face
Link(e)
I haven’t ate tayto in a good 10 years buddy