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Let battle commence…
My Christmas farts are still maturing on the plant just now.
They're going to be red flavoured this year.
A boxing day fry up of stuffing, turkey, sprouts and smashed up roast tatties washed down with lots and lots of IPA is my pre combat training regime.
Blokeuptheroad That’s far too late. Yesterday I had dates And tonight I’ve been drinking Belgian beer and the wallpaper’s already peeling off.
Yep, had a few promising early skirmishes due to dried figs, blue cheese and plum porter, but the sprouts which have been on a rolling boil since October are the secret weapon.
Batchelors chilli Beanfeast, with sautéed sprouts in garlic & bacon. Washed down with 2 bottles of McEwans Champion.
I’ll win.
but the sprouts which have been on a rolling boil since October are the secret weapon.
Did you get cooking lessons from my grandmother?
I jest about the sprouts, not boiled but as per egf, lightly sauteed with bacon or chorizio.
Ah, Christmas fart season, it's like changing the Potpourri.
It the stilton that puts mine firmly into the chemical warfare category at this time of year I find.
Sprouts Mexicane 😉
I was waiting to cross the street yesterday and let off a hangover fart that wafted over to some school kids. They were gagging for breath and blamed one of their mates who was pleading innocence. It's a long time since I've felt so proud.
The in-laws are here this year.
I have someone to blame.
My daughter is leading the charge here - she's really growing into her bowel output.
We went out for our Monday Night Pub Ride Christmas do on Monday night to my mates new bar (Casked in Ramsbottom). They do awesome pizzas and I went for the pepperoni, Jalapeño and chilli flakes…
It had the same effect on my digestive system as lowering the rods into the reactor core at Chernobyl. My arse went into absolute thermonuclear meltdown!! 😳
It the stilton
A nice ripe camembert also adds a certain je ne sais quoi.
Ring sting season....
Farts are for life. Not just for Christmas.
Prunes have been purchased and we have a glut of paté and some 10% Belgian trippels.
I predict room emptying capability will be achieved just in time for the in-laws arrival
3 times this evening Mrs wf asked if it was me or the dog. I had beans for breakfast, home made coleslaw for lunch, and a huge serving of sprouts and cauliflower for dinner. My arse could of sung the baritone parts at the local male voice choir practice.
I've warmed up with a lamb dhansak this evening, which will act as the fission primary stage before I go supercritical at some point in the next couple of days.