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Tell us / show us / send us the best thing you've ever cooked or had cooked for you. Even if it is a £10 burger.
Or knock yourself out and tell us knock-knock jokes. Just make them funny and about sheds
( , Thu 27 Jun 2013, 12:29)
Tell us / show us / send us the best thing you've ever cooked or had cooked for you. Even if it is a £10 burger.
Or knock yourself out and tell us knock-knock jokes. Just make them funny and about sheds
( , Thu 27 Jun 2013, 12:29)
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I genuinely don't know what the fuck I'm looking at.
Seriously, not a clue.
Did you...did you kill it?
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 13:14, closed)
Seriously, not a clue.
Did you...did you kill it?
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 13:14, closed)
It's purple sweet potato and bits of rehydrated glutinous rice with hoi sin sauce and some peanut butter,
If anything it looked worse when I mixed it up.
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 16:15, closed)
If anything it looked worse when I mixed it up.
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I'd just moved back to China and it was all I had in the house one day.
It tasted ok.
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 16:20, closed)
It tasted ok.
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 16:20, closed)
That reminds me, I got some rammin with no english instructions on. I'm gonna give that a go.
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See, now those things on their own are really rather nice, but to mix them together is the act of a fool.
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I'll be honest here, that looks fucking revolting.
I'm getting hints of beetroot, red onion and caramel, with a smear of dog shit on the side. Think I'd rather eat your laptop.
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 19:39, closed)
I'm getting hints of beetroot, red onion and caramel, with a smear of dog shit on the side. Think I'd rather eat your laptop.
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 19:39, closed)
You are one of the Four Yorkshiremen and ICM5P
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
( , Sun 30 Jun 2013, 21:55, closed)
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
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