Garlic Bread with Cheese
Many years ago I was at the kind of house party that still goes on today, parents out of the country, drugs in one room, pseudo-politics in another, lots and lots of alcohol everywhere.

The party was still in full swing at 1am, people shouting, screaming, dancing, fighting and shagging all over the place. Myself and my friend were a wee bit peckish, so we ordered a 16-inch garlic bread with cheese, known colloquially round these parts as a Garlic Bastard.

When the chappie came to deliver it and rang the doorbell, our host had a bit of a moment, thought it was the police, and ran around the house turning off stereos, crying 'hide that! put that away' before he answered the door.

Anyhow, he was a little upset with this unnecessary panic, and had a minor rant at me and my pal.

We were not going to let this aggression stand.

We ate one slice each of the Garlic Bastard, and put the rest of it in the clothes dryer with every dressing gown and towel we could find.

That'll learn him.
(FiftyFour, Thu 13 Dec 2007, 18:59, 1 reply)

Briliant name
Garlic Bastard...

I can only pray that ends up on menus everywhere.
(Good Looking Deity Grew a magnificent beard on, Sun 16 Dec 2007, 21:24, closed)