Which I then presented to him on a fine china plate with a side of canned potatoes. Because nothing but nothing, was too good for my sweet little "he shall remain nameless".
Here's a photo of him....
(Well, this isn't really him, because this cop is eating a donut and he has hair on his head, while my nameless was bald as an egg and he was eating burgers.)
But you get the gist of the table manners... right?Anyway, arsehole ate everything on his plate... asked for more... undid the top button on his pants, because he was stuffed like a Christmas Goose... farted a couple of times and then told me
"Now that's what I expect to see on the table every week, from now on."
And let me tell you, he well and truly got what he asked for.
And the Old Guy wonders why I get so touchy when what I cook isn't good enough as it is...and he has to smother it in ketchup?
I would like to shove that ketchup bottle where the sun doesn't shine!
I have issues.
Oh my yes... I have issues.