I hate

Love the narrator obviously having no idea what any of the words mean.

Love

Wrong thread.

What's incredible about that video, is that most tutorials have a bit of science, repetition or duplication. That video has all of them edited out.

Literally 13.43 non-stop flow of the densist instructions.

Front loading clothes washing machines. The contortions required to see the last sock stuck to the back of the drum, the way everything ends up tied into an intricate knot, and the fact that any and all items washed with a doona cover end up inside said cover.

Then the doona/duvet cover ball becomes a huge weight, offering enormous eccentricity to the drum movement - causing the whole machine to do the Monster Mash.

MiL (in her 70s) refuses to leave the house if there’s a duvet cover washing - their machine once danced itself off its plinth and she had to call youngest son to come over and put it back. It had continued washing and finished the cycle in its prone position.

Wtf is a doona

An Australian duvet. Loves barbecues; tolerates indigenous people.

Button up/close your duvet cover before washing. Avoids most of the consumption of other laundry.

You're supposed to wash your duvet cover?

Mate don't, you just gave me ptsd. My flatmate at uni didn't wash his bed clothes all year, he somehow slept with multiple women in said bed.

The smell, dear god the smell.

Just listened to someone blathering on about how she cooks ‘fakeaways’ like it’s some sort of incredible life hack. What you’ve done is cook something a bit foreign for dinner.

Absolutely hate on whatever that money saving show was called when they show the family how to "cook their own Friday night takeaway instead of buying one".

It makes me want to scream.

I buy takeaways so I don't have to spend my evening cooking and washing up you fucking cretin.

Bonus points for something with its own container to reduce the effort further.

The episode where they had them making a kebab completely missed the point of a kebab. I don’t want it to be healthy and I’m going to be drunk. I’m not going to want to prepare it.

I hate the normalisation of getting takeaways

fakeaway

Hate this shit. You've made dinner. Its called dinner. Or tea. Or supper, if you're posh.

The word “supper”

Never trust anyone who uses supper unironically

Whups, I grew up on the lower end of the ledger and that's what we always called the evening meal.

Nah.

You have your tea at about 6pm and then a bit of supper before bed. Maybe a bowl of cereal if you're feeling a bit fancy.

The cubes of lamb over charcoal or elephants foot?

Cos elephants foot is only viable when pissed. Not even cheap any more.

Elevesese.

Sorry, I didn't write the rules. It's off to the guillotine with you.

We did actually when we were little, supper was cereal before bed. Not a hot meal for grown adults

It's ok, us royals are used to it.

Railing against fish and chips is a bold strategy