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Originally Posted by buzzard
Whenever Easter is around the corner, my compulsion is to consume vast quantities of the hot cross buns that are marketed at kids because it takes the innocence of a child to recognize that raisins are like tiny lumps of demon shite that have all the taste and texture you'd expect from taking to a housefly graveyard with a melon baller.
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They're usually sultanas and the fruit ones are fucking delicious you whiny pleb
Next you'll be saying you don't like goat's cheese
Which I would understand because even the thought of it prompts my throat to close up involuntarily as a self-protection measure