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looks like a cheese cork, you know the things you pull the holes out of emental with.
Reviving thread as I'm seething.
I cook a pie for an hour. You'd expect it to be cooked. Pie is hot on top, served, but the server notices the FREEZING fecking cold lumps of steak inside. Pie goes back in oven. The other bits of the dinner are ready.
Capital one phone me on a sunday night to ask me stupid questions. Whilst I have them on the phone I decide to change something I've been meaning to do for ages and can never get through to them. They put me on hold for a million years, the girl is EATING whilst she's talking to me, and she is rubbish anyway, talks to me like shit and gives shit customer service.
Cheese is singing.
what's he singing? :smilie4:
Cartoon theme songs. What I'm doing, that kind of thing.
And because I do it to him sometimes I can't even complain.
Does he do requests?
Boyfriend pissed of to the neighbours to have a glass of wine and left me with doing the grocery shopping, sorting out finances, ordering the christmas tree and ironing the curtains
If he didn't do all the cleaning I'd leave :snooty:
that must be great :happy:
I'm sure every woman would love to have chebus singing them cartoon theme songs on a Sunday you should be very grateful :smilie4:
Ironing the curtains?:blink:
you wimmin certainly are menthol
Shirley the creases would disappear after a while of being hung up?
Not these creases, trust me...
I wouldn't do it if I didn't think it were absolutely necessary
And why am I having a conversation with you about ironing curtains?
cause you've escaped from the kitchen?:unsure:
Pie still not ready.
If pie is to retain it's puff pastry lid, pie cannot be nuked.
I don't even like steak pie. I was cooking it for cheese
Cut slice.
Place on plate.
Remove lidage.
Nuke
Return lid.
Done.
You can nuke his portion.
Done.
Pie atually quite tasty for steak and mushroom.
Of to pub to recuperate from pie trauma
Presently perambulating. Pub precusor-partaking perfect plonk. Partner puffing.
Partner pure poof, puffing pubwards. Particularly post partaking perfect pie. Pah.