Stocking up on supplies for our visitors this weekend*, the other half came home with these eggs which amused me for reasons which I can’t quite put my finger on.
What can it possibly mean?
Not as amused as one of our visitors was by the sight of a Doner Kebab flavoured Pot Noodle in the shop in Papershop Village. Do they really not have those in London, do you suppose? Or just not in the more salubrious parts of West London? Anyway, he couldn’t resist buying one and it now sits in state on our kitchen counter until one or other of us plucks up the courage to eat it. I have to confess I’ve never actually eaten a Pot Noodle of any description – I’ve led a sheltered life. And this one is suitable for vegetarians, which doesn’t bode particularly well.
*If there is an end to the apparently bottomless pit that is the 10 or 12-year-old boy, we failed to plumb it. Still, we’ve more or less caught up with our potato backlog as a result of their visit so it’s all good.
I think it mean that the eggs have nothing under their kilts other than, erm, no…I don’t know what it means either.
Never liked “Pot Noodle” but the proper Japanese ramen noodles in a pot are exceedingly edible. We can get “Vegetarian Flavour” locally!
Ah, but were the vegetarians humanely raised?
I look at that egg box and think that they’ll be next on SCO’s lawyers hitlist. But then I’m a geek
perhaps that’s why that egg looks so worried. There’s a writ stuffed down there…
Every once in a while, very rarely now, I get a craving for a Pot Noodle, so I have one. It’s to remind me how vile they really are. Hasn’t happened for a few years now.
I’m the same way with pork pies.