Tashyboy
Please don’t ask to see my tatts 👍
Can't stand them, look flippin horrible and taste even worse.
Probably comes from when I was a kid and me and my two brothers were forced to eat them. Usually pinching my nose and listening to my mum say " if you don't finish them you will get no more" then laughing her head off thinking she is funnier than Chubby Brown.
It kicks off every year.
missis T " how many Brussels do you want.
me "none same as last year when you asked and the 29 years previous"
missis T "what about one"
me " nope".
She then thinks she has the last laugh/word by hiding one under me turkey or tatters. Then giggling when I find it. very funny.
Anyway last night I popped round to me parents to wish them happy Xmas and new year. flying from Manchester tomorrow for a 30 day cruise around the Amazon and carribean.
me mum says " here take them with you outside when you go home" eh what. " ave picked you some Brussels from the allotment they have the root ball on so you can plant Um in the garden". is she flippin winding me up. Missis T was grinning from ear to ear.
says our Cheerios and Missis T said " put them in the boot" I then had a five min discussion about them having more chance of walking to our house than goin in my car. Guess who won.
Anyway this morning it's bladdering in down with rain in the centre of the universe ( Mansfield ) and Missis T has the tit on coz she's going to work and I am continuing with my retirement.
Her leaving sentence was "plant them Brussels before you go to golf". Sniggering whilst walking down the path.
Well Missis T I have planted them, and they are sat in the front garden for all to see, not stuck up in the corner out of the rd, and when I get up tomorrow I am gonna decorate them and hope every flippin cat in the street finds her Xmas day Brussels attractive and helps to water them.
Summat I will remind her of Crimbo day. Rant over
Probably comes from when I was a kid and me and my two brothers were forced to eat them. Usually pinching my nose and listening to my mum say " if you don't finish them you will get no more" then laughing her head off thinking she is funnier than Chubby Brown.
It kicks off every year.
missis T " how many Brussels do you want.
me "none same as last year when you asked and the 29 years previous"
missis T "what about one"
me " nope".
She then thinks she has the last laugh/word by hiding one under me turkey or tatters. Then giggling when I find it. very funny.
Anyway last night I popped round to me parents to wish them happy Xmas and new year. flying from Manchester tomorrow for a 30 day cruise around the Amazon and carribean.
me mum says " here take them with you outside when you go home" eh what. " ave picked you some Brussels from the allotment they have the root ball on so you can plant Um in the garden". is she flippin winding me up. Missis T was grinning from ear to ear.
says our Cheerios and Missis T said " put them in the boot" I then had a five min discussion about them having more chance of walking to our house than goin in my car. Guess who won.
Anyway this morning it's bladdering in down with rain in the centre of the universe ( Mansfield ) and Missis T has the tit on coz she's going to work and I am continuing with my retirement.
Her leaving sentence was "plant them Brussels before you go to golf". Sniggering whilst walking down the path.
Well Missis T I have planted them, and they are sat in the front garden for all to see, not stuck up in the corner out of the rd, and when I get up tomorrow I am gonna decorate them and hope every flippin cat in the street finds her Xmas day Brussels attractive and helps to water them.
Summat I will remind her of Crimbo day. Rant over