Thursday, 10 January 2008

Stinky winkie, Dip-shit, Lard-arse, Poo...

I was getting me Morning Starbucks, when some gelatinous oaf lumbered over and asked the serving wench for three rounds of brown toast with Marmite.

Now, if people want to laden their singed slices of loaf with creosote, that's up to them, but a round of toast?!?!

I tend to grab any cheap old loaf/bloomer off the shelf, and they are all basically the same shape. Brick shaped (apart from Bloomers, which are shaped like huge pants). Take out one of the slices, or slice yerself a piece of the doughy block - is it round? No - it's rectangular!

Well, not exactly, it's toast shaped - which is virtually rectangular, apart from the wavery top. And that Hovis? Square, coz that's already trimmed up into equal parallel sides. Still, I suppose asking for a rectangle of toast sounds a bit too much like asking for a rectum full of toast, which isn't half as enjoyable as the tasty treat, but still infinitely more preferable to the taste of marmshite).

There are only 2 round breads I know of. Firstly, Milk Roll, which strangely isn't even a roll of milk. It's just round bread.

And the second - Tubby Toast! Now, there is a saying that "Man can not live off bread alone". Maybe not, but even the beetles know that apart from toast...

All you need is custard
dripping from a dead dogs eye.

At least it's not a dead dogs egg, eh readers!

Now for a feast (I'm Sniffin' With Yoo Hoo), eh readers...

Two virtually rectangles pieces of toast with eggies on top please!