Just thought there was a 2 hour rule for room temperature uncooked meat.
You'll probably fine.
Just thought there was a 2 hour rule for room temperature uncooked meat.
You'll probably fine.
It's only Mahow anyway.
Yeah there's no reason not to fridge it now and it's probably sat in similar conditions for a good while before it gets to you. Plus unless it's crawling there's not much that cooking it properly isn't going to kill.
He's in hospital now.
I've watched the Coronation Street tram crash for the first time. Tramasuarus Rex.
I love it when soaps decide to just piss their shit budget on dumb shit.
John Stape (seven seconds in) was one of the great soap nonces.
The Jaws zoom is one of my favourite touches. That and when Tramasauras growls and attempts to devour a woman and child. I feel like putting a list together of the great British soap 'fuck its'. The Lockerbie crash, that time the Woolpack exploded from a single bolt of lightning, everything involving Gail Platt's demon family, that time Ian Beale had an evil goth kid that shot his wife in the womb, all the bangers.
The Emmerdale helicopter crash was a good one, and it set Eric Pollard on a four month heel run.
That's Casualty levels of convenience there. That propane tank really wanted that to happen.
Honourable mention for Gabriel Kent in The Bill trying to off June Ackland with a sniper rifle.
Why does the train roar like a dinosaur at the end?
The best soap character in my time was Richard Hillman on Corrie. I actually laughed out loud when he smacked one old woman in the back of the head. If only hed finished off Gail wheres my chin gone Platt as well.
Yeah, when he killed Ashley's wife, it was the most slapstick thing imaginable. A 50 year-old man dressed like phonics trying to chase a woman around her own couch. Magical.
Make no mistake, Billy. If public transport had the chance, it would kill you and everyone you care about.
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Pat Phelan was the best soap villain because they gave him superpowers/turned everyone around him into an idiot.
Did a load of coke tonight after managing to avoid it for a couple of years. It is truly the worst shit ever.
I attended a wedding on Saturday which ive just rolled back into my house from. I also have another wedding today which starts in four hours.
I was in Bournemouth over the weekend and a few of us went on a 'night out' (I haven't done one of these in years, but surprisingly found myself more adept than before). When we left the first place at about 1, we were unexpectedly joined by the no spray no lay chap, who wanted to spend some of his earnings straight away, and claimed that 'tagging along with five white boys' would increase his chances of getting in somewhere. He then referred to us all by articles of clothing for the rest of the night, so I had the unfortunate Peep Show-esque moniker of 'blue shirt'.
Anyway, at a certain point later on I went to the toilet in the next place to find our new pal washing his hands, and himself being no spray no lay-ed by a scraggier looking guy in there. Truly this was an inception moment.
Jim, weve had our differences but this post gave me so much joy. Thank you.
Just be glad you werent wearing brown I guess?
I did think blue shirt was going to tell us that he had been on the marching powder but that is a much more wholesome story.
There are plenty of other websites where you can find that sort of thing, or so I am assured.
Jim what did he do with his aftershave supply? What were the other nickname, out of interest?
Has there ever been a slower week here? Apart from bets and grown men watching wrestling (!!!???????) it’s a deadzone.
It is pretty dead. We're probably having a black out for cop26.
It might be time for a State of the Board thread. Air a few grievances.
I can post some more football opinions to get things going if you like
At least they're your opinions.
I live beside the town's train station and the house was originally built in 1850-1860 for station workers. As such it's not a proper street and there is no vehicle access to anyone's door.
The other day when walking out of the house towards the street some woman came into our "street" by way of the communal gate. She instantly asked me "Have you seen my cat", offering no description of the cat or any other details. I replied no and she walked back out.
What's stranger is that I remember a few months ago she came into our front garden and was poking around looking into the back garden (no fence yet, we just have a spare fence panel which we slide as we don't use it atm). When I went downstairs and saw her she told me that she's lost her dog and she's sure it escaped into our back garden. I told her there was no chance (it would have had to climb/jump a 6ft panel without it moving) and she told me to look from my window into the station grounds, I can't, and she told me to "call her" if I found it.
Is she scoping out the house/neighbours house to rob us one day, is she a mentalist, does she want to try and access a part of the station from these houses?
Sleep with one eye open.
Ask her out.
Gripping your pillow tight. EDIT: Lewis ruined it.
Definite mentalist. Get her number.
This time tomorrow: