Alwight Geese!!
Meat (sic) Brian!!
He's a goose, and you could say that on Christmas day 'his goose was cooked!'
Ha haaaa!
Well ard!
Sooo, Christmas.
Christmas was spent with Sweedy gwirl out of London.
The dinner was spectacular ( it proper helps if your girlfriends friends are both chefs.)
Goose with all the trimmings, and I mean all the trimmings. The Gravy was prepared a day in advance from the wings + veg + herbs + other shit, the stuffing the same deal but made from pulped apples and Brians Liver + some other bits (thanks Brian...you rule!), veggies and yorkshires and piggies in blankets and cheese and Christmas pud and different wines selected for each course.
The whole deal was fukin like, probably one of the best meals I've ever had...
It rocked!
I donno 'bout you lot, but I can talk about food for hours, and to have the privilege of watching a top chef prepare dinner in front of you is like having the best pony in the best pony catagory at the village gymkhana (Don't!)
Plus you can ask the chef questions about how, why, what if...etc.
Top!
Shame Sweedy girl was having her womans time (so I didn't get a shag...boo!)
But you can't have everything eh!
Kinda made me forget about the fact I'd had my wages + ipod + Sweedy gwirls chrimbo pressie nicked a few days before..
YOU FUKIN THIEVING SON OF A BITCH CUNT TWAT FUCKER HOPE YOU BURN IN HOT SMELLY RANCID OIL PERSON!!
Good Christmas?
Fukin damn right!
Ho Ho Ho!!!
RIP JB We love ya man!
Laters
He's a goose, and you could say that on Christmas day 'his goose was cooked!'
Ha haaaa!
Well ard!
Sooo, Christmas.
Christmas was spent with Sweedy gwirl out of London.
The dinner was spectacular ( it proper helps if your girlfriends friends are both chefs.)
Goose with all the trimmings, and I mean all the trimmings. The Gravy was prepared a day in advance from the wings + veg + herbs + other shit, the stuffing the same deal but made from pulped apples and Brians Liver + some other bits (thanks Brian...you rule!), veggies and yorkshires and piggies in blankets and cheese and Christmas pud and different wines selected for each course.
The whole deal was fukin like, probably one of the best meals I've ever had...
It rocked!
I donno 'bout you lot, but I can talk about food for hours, and to have the privilege of watching a top chef prepare dinner in front of you is like having the best pony in the best pony catagory at the village gymkhana (Don't!)
Plus you can ask the chef questions about how, why, what if...etc.
Top!
Shame Sweedy girl was having her womans time (so I didn't get a shag...boo!)
But you can't have everything eh!
Kinda made me forget about the fact I'd had my wages + ipod + Sweedy gwirls chrimbo pressie nicked a few days before..
YOU FUKIN THIEVING SON OF A BITCH CUNT TWAT FUCKER HOPE YOU BURN IN HOT SMELLY RANCID OIL PERSON!!
Good Christmas?
Fukin damn right!
Ho Ho Ho!!!
RIP JB We love ya man!
Laters
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