One thing I've never been able to stomach (literally) about Christmas is Brussel sprouts.
I remember reading once, possibly in FHM, that the sprouts were 'Satan's vomit in bite-sized packages' - I've never yet heard a better description.
With this in mind - and Mither, if you're reading this, no sprouts on my plate on the 25th please - I can recommend this little game.
Smash the sprouts!
2 comments:
Did your Mither not tell you to clean your plate and eat up your greens because there are lots of starving little children in Africa that would love to eat them.
Also think of all the poor Polish migrant workers freezing their fingers to the bone to pick that green gold. Shame on you!
But hay I love sprouts!
Give me an address for the African kids or the starving Poles and I will happily post them my unwanted sprouts.
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