Nunavut Patrick

Sorry to hear this. Condolences to her friends and family. RIP

After being divorced I get edgy on overnights and the last one showed up and put a toothbrush in my toothbrush glass (it’s a pint glass actually from some pub I brought home). Anxiety level was off the charts.

And can someone please explain to the restaurant staff that there is a knob on the toaster and of you move it clockwise you will actually get toast.

Whatever Baba puts on your plate. Loads of Ukrainians where I am and they all live in fear of their Baba.

I’ve seen a lot of sausage in my day but I’ve never seen one as abominable as what was on @belarusplate. Notified the RSPCA as well for giving it to the dog.

All that Statoil money floating around Stavenger and not a proper sausage to be found?

I once singed this birds nylon windbreaker with a ciggy at a Blue Jays game and my mate thought it would ignite so he poured half his beer (granted it was Labatts Blue) and she turned around and berated him to no end. For any of you cunts who followed baseball this was in the late 80s and was the shittest ballpark in baseball - Exhibition Stadium. We got so hammered we had to leave the car in the stadium car park and get a motel room which actually turned out to be a hookers motel and we had to listen to headboards knocking. I sleep soundly so no issue. My mate waited outside and then snagged a prossie- the twat lifted 40$ from my wallet as well to pay her and then bitched the whole drive home about the price. We lived 5 hour drive away.

Well it certainly sabotaged my night of potential romance. Pretty in Pink would have been a better option.

I took a girl when I was 18 on a first date to Blue Velvet. She was horrified. After that I stuck to John Hughes films.

The thing with restaurant sliced toast is they will say four slices of toast which is actually just two as it’s a slice of bread cut in half. It’s like an away goal rule- it counts double if toasted. When they bring you a bread roll basket they don’t slice the rolls in half. But somehow it’s okay to slice toast, and over her it’s usually triangular. And then they bring out the little packets of jam and peanut butter and ....fucking shit fake marmalade. It’s a horror show. My ex wife used ask me to make her peanut butter toast. I never sliced it and died a little inside every time. You stop eating peanut butter when you turn 10.

We just could never have breakfast together which I guess rules out any homoerotic feelings I had for you.

I think, going on the recent breakfast thread, that actually making toast and should be discussed before deciding whether or not to slice it or which geometric shape to slice it. Correct answer is don’t fucking slice toast. Also some people put margarine on toast. Can you imagine that?

The Hague has been notified.

Yes. Go to the Col Lifey setting and then two back.

I woke up ten minutes ago. I looked through the last few pages of this hoping to be inspired for breakfast. And now the image of toast or bread and butter- and let’s be honest here the last few pictures they appear to be the same fucking thing- being dunked in tinned sieve juice from tomatoes....