Sorry, no sprouts to send anywhere, wouldn't even have them in the house. I'd have to put my gas mask on just to be able to enter the kitchen, and when brought into the lounge, I'd have to clear off to the lab or somewhere else where nobody else was, and eat alone. The smell of sprouts makes me want to vomit. Disgusting. And besides, how could I send them if I did have them in the house, knowing the PR could be subjected to them?
And sounds like poor fare indeed for an xmas dinner QV hun
Calandale-finding out it is composed of poultry must have been such a huge disappointment for you:tard:
We got two large crates of Becks lager (bottled, of course), we just opened the other crate, after polishing off plenty of the other one (not counting the fact that I put a lot of the first one in the fridge to get nice and cold. Just grabbed three bottles of the freshly opened crate, pretty much gulped the first one down in a couple of deep, thirsty pulls, having woken up just in time for star trek.
Time for another, methinks.
