already?
And do they suck in the UK like they do here. Here they are pastey
now, they used to be liquid-like
Those are usually the older ones, or the ones with a flaw in them like
a hole in the chocolate that causes the "cream" to dry up.
Before I had beetus, my absolute favorite treat of all time was
cadbury cream eggs. Sifu used to get me a whole ton of them to keep
in the freezer. How do you eat them, IMBJR, without your toes coming
off? You must have better beetus than me?
Back when I was a wee lass (I was born in 77 if that helps) the eggs
used to be filled with a liquid filling not unlike the texture of
cordial cherry goo.
Try sucking the insides out with a straw...
It hurts your ears...
>Eh? They've never been nothing but quite thick to me.
maybe they're just happy to see you.
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"Birds are the eyes of God." -- Shaman Leo
:: Currently listening to A Punchup at a Wedding. (No no no no no no no no.), 2003, by Radiohead, from "Hail to the Thief"
However, having totalled what I've eaten in the past 2 weeks it
amounted to nearly 1/2 a year's treats for joe-average so I think this
Easter and next Xmas I shall try not to drop such a huge glucose bomb
on myself.
Prolly should learn not to do such things, dude. Or you'll soon wind up on
the needal like me. Lord Brimley has no mercy!
PS I know Wilford Brimley is probably an unknown quantaty to you ovar there.
If you have seen the movie China Syndrome or Coccoon, he was the mustached
one. Here in the US he sells 'beetus supplies, which are provided free to
peopal ovar 65 (who says we don't have public health insurance). But here
in the US the gummint does not send them to you directly.
You have to ordar them from an approved lab, who then gets paid by the
gummint IF you are ovar 65 and on Medicare. This firmly establishes a
business in between you and Uncal Sam. It's the way we do things ovar here.
Anyhow, his TV ads run all the time on the shitty cabal channals we have
here. You prolly don't have 197 channals on your cabal like we do. Fact
is, about a third of them broadcast old shit from the BBC anyhow, but that's
not the point. Moastly nobody watches 99% of the availabal channals, but in
flipping through them at any givan momant, you will prolly see Wilford's ad,
day or night, on one of them.
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And here is his dance remix.
That may be, but you still boil your meat ovar there, can't deny that.
And you say things like "ruddy knackered" and "snogging".
We've moved far past this here.
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Silence of the Lambs hotpot... yum.
Deep fat fry them. No sense killing yourself halfway.
Let's not get into this. Look, I am an expert in this field and I
have the information you require right here. This is all 100% true.
In the UK, old ladies are forced to work in crochet mines, churning
out endless vats of something called "cozies", which are clothing for
household items.
In the UK, there is such a fetish for curry that young men dab small
amounts behind their ears before going for a night on the town in what
is still awkwardly referred to as "discos", despite the unfortunate
connotation that term implies here.
In the UK, whatever isn't boiled is battered and deep fried and served
with french fries, which are called chips. No word from our
missionaries on what term they use for real chips.
We've already been over the biscuits vs. cookies vs. English Muffins
vs. scones debacle before, but did you know that in the UK they
voluntarily consume something called CLOTTED CREAM? As if that is not
disgusting enough, all refrigerators in the UK are required by law to
contain AT MINIMUM one bottle of tartar sauce, one half bottle of
horseradish, and three ounces of a special cream used specifically on
salads.
All British citizens are required to eat at least one can - or "tin" -
of baked beans per week. These are eaten cold, or smeared over
toast. When they are done, they place the "tin" in the "bin". They
all use cloth napkins which are wrapped up in crocheted cozies.
The National Bird in England is the pot roast.
The British landscape is dotted with mines and patches of quicksand,
at random, which is how the government maintains a managable
healthcare bill.
I am on to you. I'm sorry to see you admit to the above. You may be
receiving a visit from Margaret Thatcher later. If she is in the
company of "Sir" Paul McCartney, grab your wife and child and get the
fuck out of town. He is an assasin who will smother you to death with
his neck skins and try to feed you a burlap and sprouts sandwich.
Also, you put mayonnaise on your salad??? I admire your commitment to
the removal of healthiness from everything!
> The National Bird in England is the pot roast.
I lol'd hard.
Thats becuase they caught that guy in the factory who was wanking off
in them.
Oh, HIM! he's the one in that pic the Smirker posted...
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John Cook
Reality is not Democratic
>Look, I have enough sperm I don't need a strangers.
Are you saving it up for something?
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Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
"the opposite of gravity is levity. if it weren't for that,
the universe would only suck." -- Unit 4
:: Currently listening to Woman Trouble, 1969, by Ten Years After, from "Stonedhenge"