Chippy.
Liver and onions.
Toad in the hole.
Mac and cheese.
Pie.
Southern fried chicken.
Salad.
Soup.
Fish.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:05, archived)

What's for pudding?

(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:13, archived)

Jam roly poly.
Spotted dick.
Apple crumble.
Rhubarb crumble.
Trifle.
Cheesecake.
Gateaux.
Cheese and biscuits.
Ice cream.
Arctic roll.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:15, archived)

The first line of your address and your postcode?

(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:17, archived)

there's no way all of that would fit on the front of an envelope

( glued eel /questions/questionsyoudliketoask/post1648081, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:18, archived)

Yes.
In the burgh of lard.
Fatland.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:19, archived)

Talking of which
We're off to Embra for a couple of days at the end of June.
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:20, archived)

Are you?
I've never been there.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:34, archived)

It's ace, you should go for a day out or something with the nipper. Show her some pointy buildings and that.
Hopefully it won't piss it down this time. I fucking love it there, and we're dossing right by the castle this time.
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Sat 16 May 2009, 16:41, archived)