Asks rubbernuke to bend over so the marmite can go back where it belongsHot buttered toast, scraping of Marmite and by jingo its a fantastic start to the day.
DAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNN FINE MARMITE
Asks rubbernuke to bend over so the marmite can go back where it belongsHot buttered toast, scraping of Marmite and by jingo its a fantastic start to the day.
DAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNN FINE MARMITE
Or, unlike me (OK, honest moment here (doesn't happen often), I had it once, and it wasn't actually horrid. But you have to be very, very careful about the amount you put on there. Obviously, I overdid it.
Oh yeah, the thing they call sausages with their breakfast.Only the strong can eat it too, as, like all British foods its designed to kill you.
Or, unlike me () convince someone its chocolate spread, with ensuing hilarity.
Back to the god who gave it to us mortals?Asks rubbernuke to bend over so the marmite can go back where it belongs
Tell me about it! Only my strong constitution saved me!!! I don't know how many save throws I had to make on the way over here.Only the strong can eat it too, as, like all British foods its designed to kill you.
I was going to say something witty here, but I can't type while laughing through tears!Or, unlike me () convince someone its chocolate spread, with ensuing hilarity.
Doesn't sound too healthy. Need help with that?Now, before I begin the lesson, will those of you who are playing in the match this afternoon move your clothes down onto the lower peg immediately after lunch, before you write your letter home, if you're not getting your hair cut, unless you've got a younger brother who is going out this weekend as the guest of another boy, in which case, collect his note before lunch, put it in your letter after you've had your hair cut, and make sure he moves your clothes down onto the lower peg for you.
Right.
During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg. Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you
relevant!!!!Now, before I begin the lesson, will those of you who are playing in the match this afternoon move your clothes down onto the lower peg immediately after lunch, before you write your letter home, if you're not getting your hair cut, unless you've got a younger brother who is going out this weekend as the guest of another boy, in which case, collect his note before lunch, put it in your letter after you've had your hair cut, and make sure he moves your clothes down onto the lower peg for you.
Right.
During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg. Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you
One of my favourite things when I come back to the motherland is have a slap up full English at Bristol Airport. Black pudding, toast, beans, sausages, egg, hash browns- all glorious.Oh yeah, the thing they call sausages with their breakfast.
Everybody knows that "sausage" is something that looks like a hamburger patty after it's been shrinked and has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with a sausage!Oh yeah, the thing they call sausages with their breakfast.
I haven't visited those systems yetOne of my favourite things when I come back to the motherland is have a slap up full English at Bristol Airport. Black pudding, toast, beans, sausages, egg, hash browns- all glorious.
Either that or a Cornish Pasty bought from Bristol Temple Meads waiting for the Penzance train.
Evil would be going on holiday with some friends, and booby trapping their room with blasting caps. I hid a load under the toilet seat so when they sat down they went off. And so did theyThat is just plain evil!
I would really invite you to try some of our local "specialities" - every country seems to have it's dark sides.One of my favourite things when I come back to the motherland is have a slap up full English at Bristol Airport. Black pudding, toast, beans, sausages, egg, hash browns- all glorious.
Either that or a Cornish Pasty bought from Bristol Temple Meads waiting for the Penzance train.
A different thing come to mind for me when put "sausage" in inverted commasEverybody knows that "sausage" is something that looks like a hamburger patty after it's been shrinked and has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with a sausage!
True. Right now I'm hooked on Swiss cheese dishes and I can feel my body cry*I would really invite you to try some of our local "specialities" - every country seems to have it's dark sides.
So THAT'S where your god lives? Explains a lot!Back to the god who gave it to us mortals?