Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
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Thursday, 1 March 2018

Good Morning: English Breakfast

When I was a kid my older brother and mother were awful: they would eat chit if ya put it on their plates. Their favourite stunt was kippers - some kind of fish fried up the smelliest and most stomach turning way possible. Pop and I would pass on breakfast when they were at it, and find something to do outside because of the reek it would set up in the house.

Does anybody mind if I throw these out?
Especially that one on the end...?

Sorry about that folks! We'll do up a PROPER fishin' breakfast as soon as BW limits out!  :)

1 comment:

  1. For me it's an appetizing snack of Limburger cheese, a can of sardines, and a box of saltines. Yum!