…not toasted…
…margarine…
Sadly the toaster isn’t wide enough for buns.
And the eye level grill was condemned by the gestapo wing of the housing association
I’d have a word with some human rights lawyers mate - cruel & unusual punishment and suchlike…
Yeah but marge? You’re on a final warning @stu.
It was for lubing your lawnmower back in those days you had a lawn. Memory playing tricks with you but understandable I suppose.
But Flora ???
Just because there are a couple of hiccoughs, gives a man no right to abandon all decency
I missed this and let him off with a ‘Yeah but marge’. I think this probably needs to go to the tribunal for adjudication.
Starting 2022 on a low with these.
https://www.sainsburys.co.uk/gol-ui/product/sainsburys-triple-berry-hot-cross-buns-taste-the-difference-x4-280g
Cranberries.
In a hot cross bun.
Cranberries.
KettleJnr1 decided they shouldn’t be there, I find myself in agreement.
The warning was on the package.
Yet you still bought them?
I didn’t…
When the War Crimes court convenes you will not get away with I didn’t buy them
You could have prevented it
I’d hoped this years ‘tasting’ would slide by without comment. On doctors orders I’m supposed to not get all connipty, something to do with blood uncer pressure. My responses therefore must be measured and calm. I would simply like to ask the makers of these abortions
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcHPNUN-U8E
Mrs FatCunt has already brought home M&S chocolate HCBs this year.
I felt deep, unutterable shame as I troughed mine like a tramp on a hot bag of chips. Although not religious, I took communion and confessed at my local kiddy fiddling centre.
I hope, in gods grace, you too can forgive my sins.
In better news, Sasha was “doing the occado” last night and asked if we wanted more. A chorus of “noooo” gave me hope. We all demanded standard HCBs.
i will be making a trip to Ravens before Easter is over.
The queue for HCBs from Ravens… Oh yes, they’re worth queuing for.
You overstate my influence within Sainsbury’s product design and procurement.
I call shenanigans ! The (not so) Jolly Beige Giant wouldn’t fit through that door
They are passed to him through the open 1st floor window.
Proper lolled at that.
We used to have a bakery in the Willage, until just a year ago.
It was one of the saving graces of living here, lost in the East Mudlands.
But not enough people used it, because the people here are very dim and inbred and lazy and have exceptionally low standards, even for British people.
And so, now, I am thrown upon the ‘mercies’ of “super”-“markets”, which are neither thing that their name suggests…
And the very best I can hope to aspire to, is ‘adequacy’, and even that is doubtful…
Are we dead?
Is this, in fact, Hell?