Eeeeh, just when I thought our relationship held no more surprises, she brought home a kebab.

Not a little nouvelle cuisine kebab, a big **** off monster kebab, made by a proper never spoken English, bloody aproned, 3 toothed kebab master.

She went in the kebab shop on the way home from the running club, in shorts, in front of various old Pakistani fellas, and ordered, in Urdu.

Amazing woman.

Drink 8cans of Stella, and chin her…..

was it badly packed and dripping with garlic sauce?

She went in the kebab shop on the way home from the running club, in shorts, in front of various old Pakistani fellas, and ordered, in Urdu.

How did that go down with the Turkish owner?

I used to get my wife to go into the kebab shop and order me a kebab because they would always put loads of meat in it for her.

These extras then increased to giving her kebabs for free, but stopped when the kebab man wrote “I like you” on the back of the kebab paper!

pickled chilli on top?

I used to get my wife to go into the kebab shop and order me a kebab because they would always put loads of meat in it for her.

You sent her to the shop because they would fill her kebab with meat?
😯

that’s very modern

Why can’t I meet a woman like this? 🙁

because its really a man

The mind plays tricks

It was a bit big though…

Normal kebabs on Nan here are BMX size, this was a 29er, and will be contributing to my breakfast….

Ah, the gift that keeps on giving.

I’s sooo romantic (sobs into hanky)! 😳

Isn’t the gift that keeps giving when the chilli sauce takes revenge on your digestive system overnight?

Isn’t the gift that keeps giving when the chilli sauce takes revenge on your digestive system overnight?

Lightweight! 😈

She sounds impressive, did she being you one too?

and ordered, in Urdu

Why?

Because you have to wait your turn, jumping the queue is just not on so we wait in order.

Because, stompy, when ordering highly spiced foodstuffs, it’s better to be able to express yourself very clearly, especially when English may not be everyones first language…

Anyway, breakfast was interesting..

Aaah’ the morning flock of sparrows!

Forward planning; I left an ostrich feather in the fridge to deal with the eye of the tiger….

khani – Member
Drink 8cans of Stella, and chin her…..

PMSL

Chilli or garlic sauce though???

Now, I don’t mind the odd kebab now and again (chili sauce, chilis, salad but no onions), but for breakfast?

Even hungover (possibly _especially_ hungover) I just cannot face those cold, congealed slices of elephant leg covered in solidified fat and soggy lettuce.

Gah.

Sheesh! Or err… shish.

Mrs crikey just brought home a kebab

Err, I think you will find she’s always had one tucked away, somewhere….

You’ve only just found it ?

😀

No problem here – no kebab place opened during the day. Gonna wait till the evening.

She went in the kebab shop on the way home from the running club

Pure class.

Charcoal grilled cubes of lamb and chicken. Naan. Salad. Chilli and Garlic sauce

*salivates*

She went in the kebab shop on the way home from the running club

I did once stop half way round a group training run to order a pizza then carried on, got changed then went back in my car (that had been parked at the group meeting point) to collect it.

🙂

my girlfriends a vegetarian 😥

Has she got a sister what is single?

STW; home to barely reformed teenager… 😆

I normally bring home a ‘broken bike’.

must…resist…busted….spokes…reference….

Good Grief!

You’re all so immature, I’m going to play safe and ask for a fish supper tonight..

Be really impressive – order in Egyptian – the word is “kebap”

I’m going to play safe and ask for a fish supper tonight..

Nice smelly Kipper?

Crabs?