I knew I were on thin ice there, so thanks ol' friend for saving my neeps."Confusion", my dear sir.
I knew I were on thin ice there, so thanks ol' friend for saving my neeps."Confusion", my dear sir.
Wait till you find out what tatties means!
I knew I were on thin ice there, so thanks ol' friend for saving my neeps.
Goose. Another fucking horrible idea.Fuck you! The Turnip is indigenous! That's like saying it's wrong to eat Goose for Christmas dinner. We didn't have fucking Turkeys, nor wanted the weird looking, boil necked fuckers!
Anyway, a carved out turnip can look class.
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Goose. Another fucking horrible idea.
Goose is much nicer than turkey.
This thread should probably have some kind of warning in the title though now due to doctor mac's tremendously scary pictures.
Incidentally one of the first thing I noticed when I moved to England from Ireland is how little the English give a fuck about holloween.
Only in recent years as the supermarkets have started to pimp the living fuck out of it has it become a thing.
Normally nothing happens. Its not a thing at all here.
In Northern Ireland its fucking mahooosive, street parties, all the kids dress up, everyone does something.
In England bonfire night is probably a bit bigger but even that isnt very big.
Incidentally one of the first thing I noticed when I moved to England from Ireland is how little the English give a fuck about holloween.
Only in recent years as the supermarkets have started to pimp the living fuck out of it has it become a thing.
Normally nothing happens. Its not a thing at all here.
In Northern Ireland its fucking mahooosive, street parties, all the kids dress up, everyone does something.
In England bonfire night is probably a bit bigger but even that isnt very big.
I had goose in Berlin for Chrimbo dinner once then went out sledging in two feet high snow. Much better than turkey.Goose is much nicer than turkey, but not on a christmas dinner.
Hahaha........im not going to deny that at all.Yeah, but in England bonfires are a rarity and a treat. In Northern Ireland you lot used to build one every weekend on a street corner.
Usually starting with a car
Aye but the poor Pontif gets his skirts set onfire every year.It's because Guy Fawkes night could have potential to be a massive dust up in Norn Iron. Burning the original Catholic terrorist might go down well in certain quarters, but isn't going to be a unifying celebration.
Better stick with the ghosts, ghouls and vampires.
I had Quail recently. It was shit.
Aye but the poor Pontif gets his skirts set onfire every year.
Sinewy little cunt aswell.It's too fucking small to be worth bothering with. You need a magnifying glass and a scalpel rather than a knife and fork, and it turns into a macabre form of invasive surgery on an already dead, tiny animal
Ryan has done one over all of us here, hasn't he? Cunning swine, way to get your thread in the Vault.
Harry Potter ! Forgotten what they were called but at least now I know what an Arn looks like.I'd like to bury Arn, then pull him out of the earth, chop him up, and boil him in water until slightly soft.
Oh Christ. I used to have one of those. Children have BB guns nowadays.
You blighted our spuds so that not only would we starve, but we had no ammo to protect ourselves. Bastards!
You must be half-skando then....it is called "nepe" here.I call them neeps