I fucking love sausages but getting anything other than those minging Richmond, pig sphincter numbers is nearly impossible in Bangladesh.
I’m so fucking jealous and now starving.
Oh and for me it's give the raw sausages to the wife and she magically turns them into cooked sausages and I don't give a shite how she's managed it. I do this not because I'm a sexist who believes his wife should only spend her life cooking but because I am a total muppet in the kitchen and have been banned for some time.