The Amazing Fletch wrote:I went into the butchers the other day and he had meat hanging from the ceiling on those meathook things. He said to me, "I bet you a tenner you can't take the meat off the ceiling."
I said, "I'm not betting, the steaks are too high."
Hahaha. A joke is alway nice.
Does Midlands Dan cook? Fuck yeah he cooks.
When I first moved into this flat, I grilled some meat and then when washing up found that the grill pan doesn't fit in the sink...par for the course I suppose but they should think of this shit when designing stuff.
So I took the pan outside to the car park and smashed the shit out of it with my baseball bat in a fit of rage. Possibly a contributing reason to me not having really met any of the neighbours, or so I am told.
Cooked a curry for me and a lady...oh shit sorry, a lady and I...we ate half cos I rustled up shitloads...I like to do that shit so as I don't have to cook when I get home at like midnight, I can just microwave the stash, you feel me?
Anyway lying in bed later I was heard to utter the famous words, 'that was good curry (and by god my stomach for one was in a state of bliss)...did we put the other half in the fridge or the freezer? I can't remember.'
Some among you may have already guessed where this tale of horror is going.
Yes, as I cast an eye back over the evenings events, it slowly dawned on me with a great sensation of IMPENDING DOOM that I had left the goddamn motherfucking curry out on the side.
No way were either of us dragging our sorry arses out of bed to fix that shit. So, with counselling and time, we were able to come to terms with the loss of the rest of that particular batch and dispose of it accordingly (ie. into the bin).
Amen.