Last week, I thought we'd run over and killed something. After steeling myself to get out and find the body of somebody's beloved pet, I found we'd squished a bin bag. When has something turned out not as grim as you first thought?
(, Thu 20 Dec 2012, 12:38)
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so decided to work my way through the vegetable basket in the kitchen. Raw.
Potatoes: vile
Leeks: super-vile (and your breath smells for a whole day afterwards)
Carrots: OK, but everyone eats them
Cauliflower: not bad, really. Should be more popular.
Swede: bit strong
Turnip: fantastic. Just like mild radish. Compensated for the leeks.
I do this stuff so you don't have to.
(, Mon 24 Dec 2012, 18:58, 9 replies)
If my childhood memories are anything to go by anyhow.
(, Mon 24 Dec 2012, 21:50, closed)
EDIT: The Worzel Gummidge penises of the vegetable world.
Or BraynDedd's. Whichever.
(, Tue 25 Dec 2012, 7:43, closed)
The wheelchair!
Because vegetables don't have legs or something, I dunno.
(, Thu 27 Dec 2012, 2:03, closed)
I think you should kill yourself.
(, Thu 27 Dec 2012, 5:06, closed)
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