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Post by ruts66 on Apr 7, 2008 16:25:45 GMT
Sorry EastMids, have to disagree old chap...
Love it or hate it? I fcukin' luv it.
M***ite (partially obscured in sympathy to your aversion) is a true god of the pantry, especially on toast at 2.00 in the morning when you're properly mashed up... ;D
Don't dis the brown stuff, it's quietly evil and will find you when you're sleeping...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 16:36:55 GMT
Sorry EastMids, have to disagree old chap... Love it or hate it? I fcukin' luv it. M***ite (partially obscured in sympathy to your aversion) is a true god of the pantry, especially on toast at 2.00 in the morning when you're properly mashed up... ;D Don't dis the brown stuff, it's quietly evil and will find you when you're sleeping... All the Smiting Gods in all the religions of the world should come crashing down on your house for that comment. But it's ok, I made my peace with the fact that some heathens like this vile excuse for food a long time ago. Love it or hate it - there's only one true path to enlightenment, and that is to set the marmite factory on fire and dance around it chanting and laughing maniacally. But you know what the weird thing is? I love a good half-time Bovril. I know, I'm a freak  |
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