Apr 10, 2010 23:56
Some part of me is seriously tempted to cook you all our Shane's speciality spaghetti bolognaise with mango chutney.
Because I'm just that cruel. Or you really ought to have some respect for the shit we do for you all, you know. Otherwise, mango chutney and pasta.
HEY. Rube, can we hit up some Irish breakfast tomorrow? Soda bread and all? I haven't been in zero all week...
[Private to Louis]
Hey, vampire boy. Can I have a word? Nice and polite, like, nothing serious.
[West's-manly-gang filter]
Just so you guys know, I might need some back up in the future. I'm trying to put the fear-of-fucking God into someone, and with good reason, but it's still... just in case.
Anyone actually got any drink going, or is this still a non-question around these parts? I could seriously do with something to do aside from sitting around here boring my arse off myself and cooking.
Also, guys, can I add Malcolm in? Despite being a Jock and all that, but I reckon he can be trusted. At least for poker.
brian is not the messiah,
kitchen fucking nightmares,
swearing about cooking