I smell turkey. (1 Viewer)

[Corey]

I've been smelling christmas dinner all day.

I do not know why.

 

[Thebeard]

Is it not gone off a bit by now?

 

[Corey]

It's not even here man, and my fridge is empty.

I'm scared.

 

[Thebeard]

Is your after shave? Have you had a shower since christmas?

 

[Corey]

This is a good point. It's just the tukey smell though, no traces of onions/veg.
This has me feeling sullied and unusual.

Great thread though, is'nt it?

 

[Thebeard]

Yeah well i like it. Doesnt seem to be too popular though. Maybe we could spice it up somehow?

 

[Corey]

For the love of god, please; no talk of spices....

 

[ICUH8N]

Ghost Turkey.

 

[Wheels]

Better than smelling fish all day.

Or is it?...

 

[Thebeard]

Ghost Turkey.

Brilliant!! I nearly spilt my coffee all overmyself laughing. My collegue is confused.

 

[Corey]

Sprouts now...

 

[Dr Winston Umbogo]

I saw a man eat a sprout with a snot wrapped around it. Earned himself a fiver.

Did I already say that?

 

[classic seanc]

It's the neighbours. They're cooking dinner. Relax

 

[Bellatrix]

Christmas dinner farts?

 

[ponderosa]

I've been smelling christmas dinner all day.

This happened to me last week. Was on a film shoot thing that involved a food stylist (oh yes) cooking not one but three Christmas turkeys plus trimmings. The smell of lovely turkey dindins was soon overcome by the curry stench from the catering truck.

 

[Bellatrix]

The smell of lovely turkey dindins.

Were you tempted to yell "fuck pescetarianism", climb inside the carcass and eat it from the inside out?

No?

 

[ponderosa]

Were you tempted to yell "fuck pescetarianism", climb inside the carcass and eat it from the inside out?

No?

Not really... on account of it being varnished all over with Ronseal.


Mmmm, golden brown.

 

[TenRabbits]

Smelling stuff that isn't there is one of the signs of a brain tumour you know.

Not that you have one of course.. ha ha .. just sayin like..

*cough*

 

[Corey]

It's the neighbours. They're cooking dinner. Relax

Nuh-uh. Left shower's in france. Right shower's at work. Nobody here but me and the dog, and that bitch just refuses to cook.