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Just checked the fridge.
There's fuck all that I want. There's cheese and butter and tomatoes and eggs and sliced ham and milk and chillies and peppers and other stuffs wot I don't know the name of.
I'm a gonna phone something extravagant and unnecessary and hide the packaging. The missus is asleep and she'll kick my fuck in if she thinks I've pigged it out in her absence.
Living on the edge to the max. :smilie4:
ewe should wake her up and tell her to cook you something, obviousment.
Phoned a Tex-Mex Murger with Spicy Wedges off of the local Mexican.
Local Mexican just doesn't sound right in Belfast.
Still, I await this win with fervour.
Old Geezer phones for soup cos that's the only thing his fucked up system will allow.
Thank God for Meals on Wheels.
hoi, Leave the Unverified surviving veterans of the First World War alone.
Pre-emptive posting about lurkers, ftw.
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This murger rawks.
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Wedges are right nice too.
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lol, if only they could keep the taste and not supposidly damage your health. In my eye's there aint nothing wrong with a takeaway once in a while.
I'd imagine having potato wedges in your eyes would probably hurt, even if it was only once in a while.