Just like Stephen.
After much admiration of Stephens yesterday, i decided to treat myself to a donkey’s cock sized chicken, bacon and egg salad sandwich. I celebrated the occasion by taking it out of the packet and immediately dressing my desk with it’s contents. I hold the creator of such a monstrosity responsible, as it was due to the excessive bulk of the baguette that this happened – poor thing couldn’t handle it, went mad and buckled as soon as I’d taken it out of its cellophane straight jacket.
Alas, the demise of the sandwich was inevitable as I was ab-so-lutely starving!
Boont lick author’s ni-ni’s.
Boont made gor-bunt with Fur-gittle on a dirty bed of herbs.