Ravenous

Spaghetti bolognese is still a fucking champion of a dinner

I’d ate a fucking horse right about now. Carvery for lunch methinks.

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Brought my lunch in with me today. Left overs of last nights Chicken Thai Red Curry. Lovely.

Ghey.

I hope tis’nt Tescos chicken

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Carvery, lasagna, mash, chips, roastie spuds and I got him to throw in a bit of stuffing for fits and giggles, fucking stupendous.

3 courses in the Indian 9 euros.

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Did your bird cook that for you?

Unattractive.

The Runt fancies himself as a bit of a chef. He probably made the curry from scratch or something gay like that.

She probably made it while watching a re-run of the '96 Munster Final

Would you prefer a bird that couldn’t cook Farmer?

Being able to cook is one of the most attractive traits a bird can have.

The runt shouldn’t be blackguarded for his ability to cook. A noble gift.

It was a piss take Francis given my comments yesterday.

I have been in that sort of mood all day.

Farmer was just making a joke, relating to a fracas we had on another thread yesterday. :smiley:

It was a noble curry. Thai curry is the job and takes no time to make.

Ah, one might call that banter!

Thai curry is simple out. Lump it all in a pot and it’ll be ready in 30 mins. Has to have potatoes tho. Bit of basmati rice and you’re away for slates

fook me if she can’t cook what use is she*

Other than blowys.

I’m getting the distinct impression farmer is absolutely useless, spoilt by mammy all his life, now he can’t cook, talk to a bird, is angry at women in general…and holy fuck, is he a charted accountant as well?

Who said stereotype?

Farmer is an alright sort

According to the clock on the Belling I am 18 mins away from zero hour, roast stuffed chicken, roast loin of smoked bacon, roast potatoes and (I’ve led myself down in the veg department I’m afraid) baked beans.