It's still fuckin' freezin', and my fryin' pan's just gone swallowed a fist full. All that pan o cockin' as a result of Shrove Tuesday. Can anyone tell me why you can't eat butter and eggs for lent? As if Jesus once ate a fuckin' pancake.
Anyway some valentines recipes I concocted whilst back in blighty.
The dirty pigeon.
Take one erection and stick it through the middle of a nice sliced loaf (preferably home made) and get a bird to "peck" it off. Delicious. When almost ready reverse the roles and gaff on her head a bit like a bird shit.
The florentina
Boil some spinach for a couple of minutes in well salted water. Drain. Cover cooking partners face once cooled as if you were making a paper mache mask. Unleash a load right in the middle. There's no eating involved, just spinach, spunk and a little pinch of humiliation. Now that puts a smile on Lord Rounds face.
Chow for now creepy critters.
