Fiddling with your balls on a night in the garden.
I used to work in a serviced office, and one of the lads in the office over the corridor used to bring fish pie in once a week. You knew without leaving the office which day was fish pie day, filthy unsociable twat. As a side, he’d heat everything for 7 minutes in the microwave, including a Ginsters pasty. The lad must have had an asbestos gob.People who take shit like sardines or boiled eggs to work for the lunch.