More like melted capacitors.Hmm... they don't look much like spiders to me...
More like melted capacitors.Hmm... they don't look much like spiders to me...
They don't. Also, they look horrible...almost sinister, somehow. I would have thought they'd frighten children rather than delight them.Hmm... they don't look much like spiders to me...
I'd eat them, thoughThey don't. Also, they look horrible...almost sinister, somehow. I would have thought they'd frighten children rather than delight them.
God, would you? I'd give them to the dog. She'll eat anything.I'd eat them, though
I think he got his patois mixed up with his pasties. Most of it was filling anyway, like Lasagane but strangely left you feeling empty after, like Lasagne.What are you two talking about by the way? This is a decent thread about a worried journalist from The Daily Mail...less of the 'God'
No, loiter. As in "I expect you in my office no loiter than 3 o'clock to get the tin tack."Is that Dacre?
Cinnamon and mint in Moussaka, basil in lasagna, but, basically, same apart from the aubergines and courgettes ... and the potatoesMoussaka? That's like lasagne...
Mussolini. Is that seafood pasta for the fascists?
Not quite.
It's seafood pasta for fascists on a weightloss program.
That's me tortellini lesson.