I've had chilli from the canteen, with chips, and my guts are letting me know how bad a choice that was.
Ever regretted eating something, knowing you really like it, but you'd pay for it, later?
Quim / Quinny. Which gentleman doesn't like eating it and then regretting it much later when the êyê-watering Travelodge bill appears on the credit card?
Invariably, Kebabs.
I know they’re bad for me.
I know I’ll be pissing rusty water out my arse the next day (how eloquent I am today eh?) but….
I really love the taste of the buggers….
