Friday Night.

Sometimes even I can’t be arsed to cook. Then it’s a Lebanese take-away. I’m unable to say “Lebanese” without wanting to say “Lesbian”, so now Mr B and I just say “I can’t be arsed to cook, can you pick up some Lesbian?”. Then we eat hummus and chicken Tawook.

take away

2 Responses to “Friday Night.”

  1. steve wozencroft Says:

    Aazing site. You’ve inspired me to set up my own!
    Will be but a pale imitation but never the less.

    Landlord give me more of this shit! Whatever it may be!

  2. layla42 Says:

    Oh–I think we all know that feeling.
    But next time I think I’ll blow the Husband’s mind by telling him that “I can’t be arsed to cook, can you pick up some ___” and see how he reacts!


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