Burgers are too tall to eat and are all on brioche rolls.
All full English breakfasts have tinned tomatoes on them
I have a thing about hand held food. Sandwiches were made for that, pork pies too but burgers and wraps are just too messy. All those Tex-Mex things similar.
As for the “Full English Breakfast” I don’t like the term. It’s a fried breakfast. Ingredients are eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms, fried bread or re-fried potatoes (mash or boiled), black pudding or beans are optional. If you’re in Ireland white pudding is the thing.
Just don’t call it a “Full……, Breakfast”. Or add chips.
All passwords must be exactly 17 characters long, including upper case, lower case, numbers, punctuation and cannot include any recognisable words, so your only hope of remembering it is to write it down.
Websites go back to confirming non-robotic status with those weirdly shaped combinations of letters that get more indecipherable the smarter the robots get over time.
On that theme of peckishness, in Heck, you have to physically assault a vending machine for it to actually dispense anything.
And when it does, what it belches out is always a different option from the one you chose.
And if it dispenses drinks, wherever you or it puts the cup, the liquid comes out somewhere else.
And - this is a more general one - all written instructions are incomprehensible, but turn out to be correct if you read them again after you have worked out how to do it by guesswork.
In Heck, the dope would be of such an inferior quality so as to produce no high at all.
That sounds like the edibles I tried in Amsterdam. Started with a weak biscuit, stayed in my hotel room. Absolutely nothing. Most expensive bland biscuits I ever bought.
In Heck, the dope would be of such an inferior quality so as to produce no high at all.
My theory is that the poor mugs (like me) that have been scammed will be gnashing their teeth at the scammers proving that crime does pay. There will probably be a lot of trump's henchmen there too.
In Heck, when watching anything on the internet, you get the circle of buffering for 4 seconds once every 2 minutes. Not enough to cause you stop watching, but enough to mildly irritate.
I am reminded of some parts (and it's a really good show I should go back and finish) of a TV series called The Good Place, though I won't include spoilers about when the Heck-ish place shows up in the series.
Brilliant series, and worth a watch for ideas for here.
In heck, you have access to every piece of music ever written. But they are all interrupted not at a musical break, by an advert.
Half of the adverts have Trump or Farage speaking.
I think there is unlimited tea and coffee, hot and as milky and sweet as you want it. But they are both instant.
The weather is lovely - warm but not too warm, and seasons so you also get a cold season, for those who prefer that.
But whenever you go out, 20 minutes from home it starts raining.
Even half of the adverts having those two would undoubtedly define it as Hell.
OK, 10% of the adverts have their voices, but another 10% are the Gala Bingo sponsorship ads.
Also, there are are only 30 adverts in total, so you keep hearing the same ones.
There are cats, beautiful gorgeous cats. But they never let you get close ot them.
There are all sorts of things going on, but all of them are just too far away for you to get to easily. When you do manage it, you cannot last to the end.
Also, once a year, That Song by Billy Ray Cyrus plays just once. It is better than hell, where it is on permanant repeat.
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All full English breakfasts have tinned tomatoes on them
I have a thing about hand held food. Sandwiches were made for that, pork pies too but burgers and wraps are just too messy. All those Tex-Mex things similar.
As for the “Full English Breakfast” I don’t like the term. It’s a fried breakfast. Ingredients are eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms, fried bread or re-fried potatoes (mash or boiled), black pudding or beans are optional. If you’re in Ireland white pudding is the thing.
Just don’t call it a “Full……, Breakfast”. Or add chips.
It is next to impossible to find a burger round here that is not on a Brioche roll. So many people say they hate them, so why do it?
The good thing is that my health must benefit from me not being tempted by burgers!
And if it dispenses drinks, wherever you or it puts the cup, the liquid comes out somewhere else.
And - this is a more general one - all written instructions are incomprehensible, but turn out to be correct if you read them again after you have worked out how to do it by guesswork.
First none'll come, and then a lot'll...
Just like Earth then.
In Heck, the dope would be of such an inferior quality so as to produce no high at all.
That sounds like the edibles I tried in Amsterdam. Started with a weak biscuit, stayed in my hotel room. Absolutely nothing. Most expensive bland biscuits I ever bought.
My theory is that the poor mugs (like me) that have been scammed will be gnashing their teeth at the scammers proving that crime does pay. There will probably be a lot of trump's henchmen there too.
Indeed - the exact opposite of how I like it!
Thus ensuring that you'd never get it in Heck.
In Heck, strawberries are always moldy.
And the oranges will be very juicy and very sweet, but they will have no flavour.
That's a bit harsh for Heck. I would posit that for bikes in Heck, the chain tends to come off once every 5 miles.
And are all called Senna?
As in Pod? 😃
I knew someone would catch tbe reference!
Brilliant series, and worth a watch for ideas for here.
In heck, you have access to every piece of music ever written. But they are all interrupted not at a musical break, by an advert.
Half of the adverts have Trump or Farage speaking.
I think there is unlimited tea and coffee, hot and as milky and sweet as you want it. But they are both instant.
The weather is lovely - warm but not too warm, and seasons so you also get a cold season, for those who prefer that.
But whenever you go out, 20 minutes from home it starts raining.
OK, 10% of the adverts have their voices, but another 10% are the Gala Bingo sponsorship ads.
Also, there are are only 30 adverts in total, so you keep hearing the same ones.
There are cats, beautiful gorgeous cats. But they never let you get close ot them.
There are all sorts of things going on, but all of them are just too far away for you to get to easily. When you do manage it, you cannot last to the end.
Also, once a year, That Song by Billy Ray Cyrus plays just once. It is better than hell, where it is on permanant repeat.
The third day, risen from the wet!
"All puff and no poop" as my late father-in-law called it.
There is some on-street parking too - but the spaces available are always an inch too small to park in.