Behold and weep at it's majesty....
There are those dishes that chefs cheerfully claim include everything but the kitchen sink, but coddle is different – it looks like it is a kitchen sink. Watery rashers? Boiled sausages? Onions that induce heart-attacks? It’s an eccentric, contrary mess of satisfying meatiness, and doesn’t that echo beautifully as an aspiration for a motley mob of moderately funny Irish writers? A fire under our collective arse, a peppery pout, and the unfortunate glimpse of vegetable …
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It’s more than just bunny.
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14 People trying to get Manuel's attention:
yes sir.
okey dokey artie chokie! xoxox
wv: packed
Fare thee well done fillet.
jesus its like CSNY or the travelling willburyies or something
I went I saw I wept.
I cleaned up Old Knudsen's mess.
Maybe its punny.
I miss WDF.
Sniff.
So let me get this straight: I wish to resume my blog (donttipthewaiter.blogspot.com) and you are nowhere to be found.
Not fair, I say.
Dennis
So let me get this straight...I am ready to resume my blog (donttipthewaiter.blogspot.com), but Manny is nowhere to be found.
That ain't fair at all.
Dennis
Sounds like breakfast.
There had better be free coddle with this subscription.
The word coddle actually makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.
Where is this bloke? I miss the posts?
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