I've just had my fucking massive pot of egg fried rice. Fantastic. I'm buying it every day now, I'm that sort of person who will eat something again and again and again until I get to the point where even the idea of eating it again makes me feel ill, and then move on to something else. Hopefully it's bland enough to stand the test of time, unlike some of my other purchases. I've decided to try and look for a simple dahl recipe (is that the lentil based stuff?) so I can cook up a massive pot and have a filling and healthy dinner. Sure lentils and those sorts of things have good amounts of protein, always good for the vegetarian.
There was a middle aged dwarf sat on the wall outside waitrose.
A man bellowing to his missus 'just move along' when she dared to look hopefully at the biscuit and crisp aisle.
When I'm on the phone to some people, I develop a sudden need for a shit. Can't explain why, it happens very regularly with at least 2 people I know. And you feel stupid saying 'sorry, I'm going to have to go for a shit, can you ring me back in 10 minutes?'. I have explained the situation though and it is understood, but why? Why does that happen eh?
The other cubicle was unfortunately occupied but thankfully, once he got the signal that I was there for a shit, he took his cue and wiped his arse and pissed off. He was one of those people that dry their hands after washing them on a bundle of bog roll. Which is fair enough, but then throw it in the toilet when there is a bin right next to the door. next person to use the toilet will look in and think 'urrggh' as you can't help but think the bog roll is shit leftovers, that there will be a 'banger' amonst the 'mash', so you have to flush straight away oor use the other trap. Which is just a waste of a flush.
Lad next to me is eating his foul smelling tuna melt from benjy's with mazimum amount of noise. even the smell of it makes me feel queasy, without the accompanying mashing and sucking sound effects.
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