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.
101 Things Every Cook Should Cook 
April 8, 2006 at 11:59 pm
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!
April 11, 2006 at 12:21 pm
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!