What’s for dinner mom?!
Jimmy Dean Delights Nicaraguan Breast Milk!
What’s for dinner mom?!
Jimmy Dean Delights Nicaraguan Breast Milk!
mono-stereo What’s for dinner mom?!
Jimmy Dean’s Discombobulated Ground Arsemeat
Most of that shit is banned by the EU btw.
mono-stereo Jimmy’s Butylated Hydroxytoluene breakfast cereal
Would go brilliantly with Greek yoghurt that.
If you want to knock out food, this is more the direction I’d take
zackster Zackster, thoughts on this?
I would.
Lemon curd on a couple of slices of the ole holy ghost.
Mustard!
Some of the monstrosities I’ve seen being consumed in both the North of England and on the East Coast of America have chilled my blood.
Tbh the shit I see London commuters piling into their rancid snaggle-toothed gobs at Euston station* is every bit as bad.
Whole rock solid upper crust baguettes and £4 congealed cheese ‘Delice de France’ croissants in translucent bags.
*Yes, I know a lot of them will be northerners, but most of the poor rain-sodden downtrodden bastards in that 60s hellhole at 6pm on a weekday are going to Watford, Tring, Milton Keynes, Hemel Hempstead etc.
Love how Dave gets all defensive when the North gets besmirched.
Clearly has a chip on his shoulder.
And a badly fried one at that, oi oi!
Smallman1 Love how Dave gets all defensive when the North gets besmirched.
I’ve lived in two of the world’s great capital cities, London and Beijing.
The fact is the life of the average joe in London is on balance way worse than life in the North. Their diet is terrible. Morley’s fried chicken and the threat of a stabbing on every corner. There is no open space near their homes. They are no more sophisticated/cool than your average Liverpudlian or Mancunian, perhaps less so, because at least your average northerner has some discretionary income and gets to go to the pub/nightclubs frequently.
London is a great place if you don’t have to give a shit about how much you spend, though - it offers a great lifestyle for the rich or the weekend tourist like myself who goes twice a year.
If you could walk a mile in my London shoes Dave you would absolutely love life.
Every day’s a dream!
Smallman1 If you could walk a mile in my London shoes Dave you would absolutely love life.
Every day’s a dream!
I did two years in London on a graduate management training scheme of a large-ish (FTSE 250) company straight after uni, and thought absolute bollocks to that. Loads of my salary eaten up by rent, tube pass and (inevitably) paying off student loans. Went out properly (i.e. Fabric, The Cross) maybe once a month. Takes a whole day just to go and see your mates for a few hours at their place because the city is so spread out.
Good for you in your situation though.
Millsy the North has nothing to offer.
The North West has actually given the country as much of a decent music and nightclub scene than London. Always has. Difficult to prove me wrong.
I’ll match your Ministry of Sound with Cream and the Hacienda; your Rolling Stones with The Beatles etc etc…
I knew this thread would turn out like this.
Dave being a massive BERK basically.
Yeah, most people can’t hack London tbf.
Loosers with no minerals in essence.
This is how I eat EVERYDAY
The bestest most beautiful burger in town!
Can’t wait until Don sues them.
Smallman1 Clearly has a chip on his shoulder.
Chips on his shoulder more like.
Remember as a student in Liverpool one time walking into Kwik Save on Smithdown Road. They had cardboard cut-outs like the one of Trump in that video, but of Michael Barrymore in a suit doing a thumbs up with a speech bubble saying “Alwight?”. This was the year before Stuart Lubbock was murdered in his house.
Not sure if Kwik Save is still a thing?
Remember it so vividly. My housemate bought a bag of Kwik-Save ’no frills oven fries. I remember giving him a load of shit at the time.
The next weekend we were at Zaine’s takeaway on Smithdown and same mate ordered chips. They opened the exact same bag of frozen ‘oven chips’ and poured about 20 of them into the fryer. Before relieving him of almost twice the cost of what he’d paid for a whole bag himself.
I was absolutely pissing myself laughing. Then as we were leaving the bizzies arrived and went in the back of the shop to arrest the fella who had just served my mate because he had a stolen bike behind the counter. True story.