Another thing to come out of a lunchtime pub conversation was the use of the phrase "serving suggestion" on packets. Anything from cereals to mixed fruit in syrup has this noted next to the photo on the front.
Come on. Your picture on the front of a Cornflakes box shows a bowl of corn flakes, coated in milk and dusted with sugar. Who on earth is stupid enough to think that if they poured the contents of the box out that sugar and milk would follow? Or opening your shiny packet of Birds Eye Chicken Grills will reveal some chips, lettuce, tomato, beans and a glass of water into the bargain – all on a plate?
I think Ski should start putting pictures on the front of the yoghurt cartons of a naked woman, smeared in yoghurt with "serving suggestion" on the side. If anyone was daft enough to think that they’d pull back the foil to find a naked Kate Winslet inside to smear their fermented cow juice on, they should be locked up.
After all, she’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I keep telling her that she needs to come clean and tell you that she has been seeing me on the side for 2 years.
She keeps telling me she’ll leave you, but she is starting to sound like a scratched record ;( ;( ;( ;(
Does this mean that they might also do the same for alcohol?
Other than the god-awful “please enjoy responsibly” tag.
sorry boys – but she likes girlies really so you’re bang out of luck
bwah hahhahahahahahaahahhhhha
You’re all wrong. I have a confession. I turned her down. Well, OK. I ****** her then chucked her. Shagged her then bagged her. Whatever. Basically, I’ve spoiled her for all men hence the heavy fem-fem action.
JJ, I want the videos. The security cam I have of the two of you isn’t that great so I could do with the ones from the hotel room. Thanks, petal.
There’s a private and beyootiful thang between the Winnie (as I call her) & myself so I would not sully our special friendship by responding to such a tawdry request
would be at least a monkey for the basic vid & an extra aardvark for the outtakes…
I’ll give you a big horse’s cock and not a jet of cum more.
I’m tempted – throw in a basket of hamsters and you’re on…
Honestly… me and Kate just laugh at this **** nowadays. As I bring another pot of yoghurt to where she lies in my palatial bed and start massaging it into her nethers, I tell her, “Oh, Mosh is on about shagging you again.”
She responds with a resigned, feminine sigh. “Never mind that old knacker,” She tells me. “Finish up with that cool, creamy yoghurt, get the camera ready, and I’ll show you what I meant by “Autocunnilingus”.
“Very well, Kate.” I say.