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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I know without looking that they're Chinese.
Seriously, what is that?
It can't be genetic. Is there anyone here who knows something about shoe/walking etiquette in China??
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 10:52, 1 reply, 16 years ago)
Voracious gamblers the chinee, always seem to be losing as well.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:01, Reply)
Then invade and occupy his cubicle and force him to buy all of your spare opium. Its really the only reasonable, British thing to do.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:07, Reply)
a particularly mental group of characters right there. Must be plenty of them dahn lahndahn way. As well the Yardies of course...
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:09, Reply)
when a shitload of scrawny lank-haired fuckers with meat cleavers steamed in the door and straight through to the kitchens, from whence horrible screaming could be heard.
'It was fucking brilliant - and we just fucked off without paying, too'
Charming chap.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:17, Reply)
when it sounds like someone's being brutally murdered in the kitchen, the first thing you think to do is ask for the bill...
How peculiar.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:21, Reply)
The opportunistic glee with which the tale was told was slightly appalling, though.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:25, Reply)
"We decided the safest thing to do was to get the fuck out of there,"
it wouldn't be as troubling. I know some people always like to look on the bright side of life, but I think you have to draw the line somewhere...
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:28, Reply)
you'd just casually interrupt, compliment the chef, and slide a 10 Bob note into the waiters top pocket. Pip pip!
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:26, Reply)
compliments to the chef? Lacerations to the chef more like it.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:23, Reply)
Never has a man had such an appropriate name.
He's like some oleagenous fucking sex tourist, that cunt. I hate him and his fucking rice wine.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:28, Reply)
like a tamperer, a toucher and a watcher all rolled into one greasy spring roll.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:31, Reply)
Gary "fucking" Rhodes and Jamie "ooh what a bit slobbery tongue I've got" Oliver are similarly insufferable.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:36, Reply)
and his crap recipes and his disdain for Nigella
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 11:59, Reply)
any woman who can cook that well with knockers that big is alright in my book.
Him and his stupid face.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 12:43, Reply)
The fucking gaunt, humourless wankstain.
Nigella is superb. She'd get it until my bollocks exploded.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 13:26, Reply)
I have a penchant for curvy dark haired women with milky complexions, large boobs and a filthy look about them. the cooking is just a bonus.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 13:54, Reply)
began and ended with Keith Floyd...the Hurricane Higgins of the cooking world
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 12:02, Reply)
Turned out Floydy lived in the same village - they became close pub-mates. Utterly unsurprisingly he was a right fucking laugh, apparently.
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 12:26, Reply)
One of my brother's friends was their carer in their final days - when she went to their house for the first time, there was a god-awful stench in the front hall. Some investigating later, it became apparent that the smell was coming from a large number of carrier bags all over the place, that were filled with the (now totally senile) Fanny's shit.
What a brilliant story, eh?
(, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 13:30, Reply)
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