This just happened.
Sailorman: “Hey Sash, what are they?”
Sascha: “Braised beef cheeks mate.”
Sailorman: “Yea right, well as long as they’re not ASSCHEEKS! *hyakhyakhaak*” (read: chorus of bogan laughter extending from the dining room)
4:45pm - Saturday 24th November 2013 - The exact moment of the death of my soul.
seachef.
