I hate

People who say how much they like tea and then talk about using a tea bag. Ha. You can't make this shit up.

"Tea. You're doing it wrong."

People who say how much they like tea and then talk about using a tea bag. Ha. You can't make this shit up.

i used to really like shit coffee.

now i really like nice coffee.

but if i hadn't worked in that snobbery i'd probably still be perfectly happy with shit coffee.

i'm probably still doing it wrong.

People who say how much they like tea and then talk about using a tea bag. Ha. You can't make this shit up.

Get over yourself Will!

Get over yourself Will!

Learn to make tea. Here's a hint; it's not made from the dust that is swept up off the floor and then packed in to little paper bags. Nor can it be done in thirty seconds.

I disagree- my tea is made from perforated paper bags containing a carefully preselected mix of dried leaves of sainsbury's choosing.

And it tastes fucking nice. And I've tried that fancy arse tea from loose leaves crap, and it can go fuck itself.
But I do agree it takes longer than 30s- i like my tea as black as your soul

Mint tea I can deal with not having bags, everything else, bags FTW....
Also if you put milk in any type of tea, you're dead to me.

i used to really like shit coffee.

now i really like nice coffee.

but if i hadn't worked in that snobbery i'd probably still be perfectly happy with shit coffee.

i'm probably still doing it wrong.

Well, if your only experience of chicken is KFC. Or your only experience of Tiramasu is one from Iceland. Or your only experience of sex is sticking your dick in a blow up doll....
you might well think that is ok. But once you have used a Fleshlight.....

Just man up and use a thermometer.

You've fail to grasp the innovation here... Who could be arsed to take the temperature every minute until it's ready?

Make tea > Leave the spoonometer in > put it to one side > respond to Wiganwill's dreary commentary > BEEP! Tea is ready.

You've fail to grasp the innovation here... Who could be arsed to take the temperature every minute until it's ready?

you forget who I am....
thermometers and pH meters are required before I can make my cuppa.

Get over yourself Will!

You've fail to grasp the innovation here... Who could be arsed to take the temperature every minute until it's ready?

Make tea > Leave the spoonometer in > put it to one side > respond to Wiganwill's dreary commentary > BEEP! Tea is ready.

Maybe by the time you have extracted your head from your arse your tea will be too cold to drink?

put the rapha manbags away gentlemen.

Learn to make tea. Here's a hint; it's not made from the dust that is swept up off the floor and then packed in to little paper bags. Nor can it be done in thirty seconds.

Oh really. Thanks for the tip.

put the rapha manbags away gentlemen.

Now, Rapha Teabags; those I could make an exception for.

Put a sock in it Will, we're just mucking about.

Arguing about tea. I thought I'd seen it all.

Tea in a sock? Hmm, it might just work

you forget who I am....
thermometers and pH meters are required before I can make my cuppa.

You're right, I have overlooked your exacting, clinical standards and love of apparatus.

Arguing about tea. I thought I'd seen it all.

At your age? You thought you had seen it all? You've only recently started seeing peach fuzz round your genitals.

Peach fuzz. :D

You're right, I have overlooked your exacting, clinical standards and love of apparatus.

I disassembled and reassembled my bike today, because I have the tools downstairs, and no projects...
(also there was a clicking noise- which now should be gone as I found a minor misalignment in the saddle/ seatpost interface.

Time for bed. I have to get up at 4 to start preparing breakfast. Making toast over an open fire of aged Beech wood takes for ever but it's worth it.

:-)

Don't forget you mineral water and tin of clipper.

wt?! hehe.

images of a giant beanbag sized pink hairy ball chair with a snoozing balki blissfully curled up, catlike, in it's warm wrinkly folds.

No, i fell asleep on my stomach with my left leg straight, and my right leg up to the side. I must have rolled gently onto my left aggot as it was pinned betwix my thigh and the mattress when I awoke. It has been aching ever since.

Either that or its just blue balls.

sorry to have to do this but:

My favourite:

I dont hold out much hope for spoonpliers either

oh my god, where can you get the last one?
i need it in my life.