Depends on the jurisdiction. Either way, surely I could do better by myself.
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
A grilled cheese, like anything, if made right and with good ingredients is sublime.
Monterey Jack cheese with habanero plus added red chili peppers. Regular white bread. It's tasty, definitely, but as the Boss often says, I don't need to eat like I'm in high school. *shrug*
"I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey-strong bowels were girded with strength, like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo dung." - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
A grilled cheese, like anything, if made right and with good ingredients is sublime.
Monterey Jack cheese with habanero plus added red chili peppers. Regular white bread. It's tasty, definitely, but as the Boss often says, I don't need to eat like I'm in high school. *shrug*
A grilled cheese, like anything, if made right and with good ingredients is sublime.
Ah you must mean a cheese toasty!
And so the US/Canada/UK differences continue.
Oh you Brits with your cute names for things. You guys are just precious.
And forgive me if I'm being a fool, but your name is unfamiliar to me. So, if I'm being an ass and just forgot it sorry, but nice to make your acquaintance. :: Handshake::
I'm so punk, I don't even take my leather jacket off when it catches fire. Which it does frequently, because of how fucking punk I am.
A grilled cheese, like anything, if made right and with good ingredients is sublime.
Ah you must mean a cheese toasty!
And so the US/Canada/UK differences continue.
Oh you Brits with your cute names for things. You guys are just precious.
And forgive me if I'm being a fool, but your name is unfamiliar to me. So, if I'm being an ass and just forgot it sorry, but nice to make your acquaintance. :: Handshake::
No problem at all, yeah fairly new here, joined in 2015 but didn't post much, came back around March and haven't stopped spouting nonsense since! Likewise to you, good to meet ya!
I don’t know if it’s a my family specific thing, but instead of a grilled cheese sandwich (which in the US is actually fried on a flat griddle surface), I grew up with toasted cheese (served open-faced and cooked under a broiler)
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I think this is where we differ. I associate tea with just an evening meal, regardless of the size, it's tea to me. Dinner is midday meal, again regardless of size.
Same here.
Lunch is for ponces. Dinner is whenever I want it.
I say Heston do you fancy a spot of lunch? Yeah fuck that poncey shit.
Says the Berkshire bumpkin
I guarantee you the neighbourhood I live in is rougher than yours. If you live in the Berkshire countryside you might be a bumpkin but I'm from the streets as you know.
I know that from experience mate just joshing. Happy memories of being chased round the Butts on a Saturday afternoon with my Rudie gang and holding our own at Elm Park on an away day. As you know territory was everything back then it was all you had. My sister lives in town still.
Lunch is for ponces. Dinner is whenever I want it.
I say Heston do you fancy a spot of lunch? Yeah fuck that poncey shit.
Says the Berkshire bumpkin
I guarantee you the neighbourhood I live in is rougher than yours. If you live in the Berkshire countryside you might be a bumpkin but I'm from the streets as you know.
I know that from experience mate just joshing. Happy memories of being chased round the Butts on a Saturday afternoon with my Rudie gang and holding our own at Elm Park on an away day. As you know territory was everything back then it was all you had. My sister lives in town still.
Of course mate. Nah what I was getting at was it would've been great to be a Berkshire bumpkin but sadly not that privelleged. A beautiful house in the countryside compared to my two bed terraced would've been a dream. Still beggars can't be choosers and all that.
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.
This is up there with condom pastrami on the Heston meat crimes list.
What in the hell is that?
Short version: we had a discussion about pastrami on here. Heston decided to try it. He said he wasn’t impressed, but then he showed us what he bought and instead of freshly sliced deli meat, it was from some cheap looking store brand that looked like a condom wrapper.
Luckily I kept the pic. You wouldn't refuse this if you were drunk...
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This is antisemitic.
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