12-05-2015, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2015, 08:57 PM by SERIOUSLY THOUGH.)
I wanted beans on toast. Beans on salty-buttered toast. Food of the gods.
There was no more bread.
I baked a loaf of bread, cut it into slices, buttered them all, and ate the lot with beans.
Can't nothing stop me from eating beans on toast. Nothing.
Edit - Apart from that one time when some, I assume British, prick bought the whole stock of British-style beans from the supermarket. The other manky beans were all in full stock. Get your year's fill of beans and spicy sausage in a can all you want m8, but screw you if you want actual normal baked beans.
I wept bitterly on the way home at all the injustice in the world, silently cursing, and tacitly hoping to one day meet, the brit in my city who also really loves baked beans.
There was no more bread.
I baked a loaf of bread, cut it into slices, buttered them all, and ate the lot with beans.
Can't nothing stop me from eating beans on toast. Nothing.
Edit - Apart from that one time when some, I assume British, prick bought the whole stock of British-style beans from the supermarket. The other manky beans were all in full stock. Get your year's fill of beans and spicy sausage in a can all you want m8, but screw you if you want actual normal baked beans.
I wept bitterly on the way home at all the injustice in the world, silently cursing, and tacitly hoping to one day meet, the brit in my city who also really loves baked beans.