Hot and sour soup is actually pretty nice.Originally Posted by Disco
So are gravy chips though. They're not authentic Chinese or anything but who gives a fuck? If you're going to your local greasy takeaway, the other stuff is hardly authentic either.
No need, I reckon they wife swap. And by wife swap I mean Mike shags Mrs Baz then gives him a hand job.
You still shouldn't swirl it all together on your plate like Sama though.
The Chinese gravy is the top gravy too. They use dried blood I it and it turns to jelly if you let it go cold
The Yellow Peril here do top, top gravy. It must have some absolute filth in it, but whatever.
Aye my local chippy is a Chinese. Their English menu is 10x better than their Rat Chow Mein and other shite.
Yellow peril
Massive fan of intentional self afflicting racism.
The shop is called Silver Star. I meant the people making it without breaks (or passports).
Hmm. I'm intrigued.
There's an infamous Leeds fan who is an incestual paedophile that went by that Moniker.
They're sending me free Riesen chocolate now. This is the fucking future.
I'll tweet a food company a day linking a product I like to an unfashionable politician.
'Oi, Tunnock's, those tea cakes are bit Nigel Farage'
Still nothing for Pol Pot Noodle.
I called Riesen the Obama of confectionery, and Daim the Trump. It works lads, vague political comments, free stuff.
Gonna call Heinz the Hitler of beans later.
The 'have a nice day' from Peperami kinda read like a passive-aggressive 'fuck you'.
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Their other dog died, so we've got him to stop him getting depressed or some stupid new age shit. I bought him a new heater today and it isn't working, so I'm going to go back to Argos and Angle Slam the entire shop.
What does he need a heater for? He looks like he overheats just walking to his food bowl.
He sleeps in the kitchen, and it gets a bit cold at night.
A heater.
Just cuddle with him.
His snoring would keep me awake.
That were bloody quick
Are you tweeting at them or what?
A fucking heater to cheer up a dog
If it's one of those electric space heaters you'll just end up with a twelve grand bill and a house that stinks of singed fur.
It's to keep him warm. Being here cheers him up.
Go onto their websites, customer feedback, make up some shit, see if they'll send ya stuff.
His other home must be hellish.
Speaking of dogs, we move into our house in a week or so, and I can't wait to get our own dog. I've wanted a dog since I was about 9.
Got a particular breed in mind?
I'm still amused by the heater, you know he's not a reptile right?
Not really, but not too massive. The plan is to go to a rescue shelter and just be open minded.
Get a fanny licker like Leeds has.
Get a Dog de Bordeaux Mastiff cross. Thick as fuck, look intimidating but soft as shit.
What's so hard to understand about a heater? It is cold, so he'll use a heater. So that it stops being cold.
We're not reptiles but like fuck am I sitting without heat on these days.
A fat dog does not need a heater, just shelter. It would be fine outside all year round.
He would be 'fine' sitting on the floor and not eating ice cream, but why not make his life a happier one?
I read today that sales of Red Bull last year were upwards of £40billion. That sounds unbelievably high, do they make stuff that doesn't taste like sick that I'm just not aware of?
It's the fuel that keeps aggressive tosspots going.
I'd imagine most of that is from jagerbombs.
The brand or the company? Presumably they make most of the cheaper brands that taste the same too.
It's the fuel needed to keep camgirls going.
Is that not heroin?
I think you're confusing heroin with the tears of fat virgins.
Being sustained by their tears would suggest a degree of emotional attachment.
* jizz
First Saturday without plans in yonks and I'm struggling for ideas
Trainspotting and a sly indoor smoke may be on the cards.
I tried it on with the sword shop lads in York today, and one told me 'Of course they're (Japanese swords) rubbish. I couldn't sell you a sharpened broadsword THAT I COULD DISEMBOWEL YOU WITH!' Chillax, lad. I see what you mean. I also went to the House of Trembling Madness, which was crap and full of the sort of people who have 'Swears too much' or 'Tea drinker' in their Twitter biographies, but we were fortunate in that the queue only started forming behind us. You would be seething if you waited forty minutes for a seat.
What did you have?
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