I'm on your frequency. I always lament not carrying my poison darts and portable blowpipe. But, dont kill yourself, kill them. You know its for the best, humanity wise.People who insist on showing you their holiday photos.
'Theres Wookey Hall cave'
'Theres me outside Wookey Hall cave'
'Theres your mum outside Wookey Hall cave'
'Theres both of us outside Wookey Hall cave'
'Heres Cecil, our guide to Wook....kill me now'
@Magicpole last night thinking about a toaster being on with only one slice of bread in it.....went full scale Jock....
I feel this one....I've been really busy doing the washing....like fuck you have.My missus " why do I always have a stack of washing to do at the weekend ?"
Now it takes about a minute to put the washing in the washing machine, a minute to take it out and out it in the tumble dryer or abit long to put on the line.
She isnt doing the washing the bloody washing machine does the washing lol
Before anyone calls me a Male chauvinist pig, I do my bit of taking the washing out of the machine and moving it to the line or tumble dryer ;)
So the washing my missus does is put it in the washing machine lolol
I feel this one....I've been really busy doing the washing....like fuck you have.
Oh don't start me, for years it was made to sound like you needed a degree to do the washing, delicates, whites jeans etc etc. When she broke her knee I had to do it so I asked what setting.My missus " why do I always have a stack of washing to do at the weekend ?"
Now it takes about a minute to put the washing in the washing machine, a minute to take it out and out it in the tumble dryer or abit long to put on the line.
She isnt doing the washing the bloody washing machine does the washing lol
Before anyone calls me a Male chauvinist pig, I do my bit of taking the washing out of the machine and moving it to the line or tumble dryer ;)
So the washing my missus does is put it in the washing machine lolol
Tonight neither my partner or I could be arsed making dinner. I held out as long as I could not to have a snack, in the hope she would see my emaciated frame and buckle. Don't listen to optimists, hope is never enough.
She went straight to her, I cant be arsed cooking but noodles are easy, default.
I tried to remain calm and conceal a trembly lip. Then it came to me. Cheese on toast, garlic flakes, thinly sliced mushrooms, white pepper.
Heres where the problem that bugs me appeared, again.
With no dinner, two slices wouldn't do. How could it? You do the maths. I do my toast first in the toaster, lightly toasted, toppings on, under the grill, boom. Two slice in, I want 3, but that means one side of the toaster is burning with fuck all in it. With the rise in the price of leccy, thats about £54. So four it is.
First two done, next two in. Problem. Because the toaster has been on, the second two breads are now going into a really hot place, means, you guessed it, from lightly brown, to fucking near burnt. Remember, it was still to go under the grill. I know, I m not sure how i coped either.
Just as well I like well done toast. That's all I'm saying. I hope someone can be arsed cooking tomorrow. Someone else obviously.