*files claws*
*files claws*
And there was me hoping to learn that this time, for once, she didn’t swallow. Pity.
*polite applause*
That poor wee boy.
It doesn’t look like garbage, hen. It looks like shite. Away you go and come back to us when you can make it look less like something you found crawling up the back steps at 3 am and more like something edible.
The “aid” that orange fuckstick has “pledged” to helping rebuild Notre Dame is a vanity project, his favourite sort of project. Puerto Rico? There’s not much vanity to be had there for the cancerous tangerine, and the same with Flint. Notre Dame is a photo opp for that fuckwit. He’s probably pissed off that it didn’t…
What about that scene where Carol Danvers goes binary on a basement full of fat neckbearded virgins?
CEREAL BUKKAKE!!!!
*stare*
Whenever I see the word “hearty”, I think “PR Department”. Also, the word “Cunt” comes to mind because I know pretty much no one (alive) who would say the word “hearty” in a sentence to describe a meal and yes, the only person I did is now nothing more than dust polluting the Clyde. And yes, he was a cunt.
Well, jam is made from crushed or pulped fruit, sugar and pectin, whilst jelly is usually made from some sort of fruit juice, sugar and pectin. Then you also have preserves, which are usually fruit chunks in a syrup - or jam - and pectin.
I’m lucky that my Grandmother’s favourite restaurant is in my home city of Glasgow. It’s called Rogano and it’s almost as old as her (heh) and well, ahem. It. Is. Divine. It helps that the decor is Art Deco, and it also helps that everyone loves Rogano. Mind you, if she can’t get into Rogano, she’s also a fan of…
Jam is life. Jam is great. Jam is jam.
Oh no. I got told that a Cassowary, once it’s taken a fancy to attacking you,, will stalk you until it decides to take you out. They’re actually terrifying in the flesh. Why the fuck that old prat thought it’d be funsies to raise these critters...oh, what the hell, watch the video...
And a tad grumpy. They’re like Big Bird with attitude.
It can chase you up to 31 mph through dense underbrush - so imagine what this feathered monster can do in the clear - jump almost 7 feet into the air, so don’t bother hiding up trees, and is a skilled swimmer, so basically, you piss it off, you’re fucked, the zoo says...
As we say, here in Glasgow...
Speaking of bad videos! Behold the slightly icky video for Pjanoo! (And if that tune doesn’t make you start bouncing about your flat, terrifying your cat and/or partner and worrying the neighbours nothing will)...
No, he’s not Coach. He’s a fucking snack. (Insert rude “GET IN MY MOUTH!” joke here, you basic harlots...)