Sunday, December 1, 2013

ROTFLMREO

We went round to nanny and Shouty Grandad's house for sunday lunch today. The food was A-MAZE-ING, noone can beat Nanny's Sunday Dinner.
There was lots of banter, bot flies, cysts, the difference between a turnip and a swede. Then talk turned to other items of food and their alternative names. Sweetbreads it was argued, were testicles, I disagreed and said I thought they were actually saliva glands. Next the conversation turned to "I'm a Celebrity - Get Me Out Of Here!" and the terrible things they have to eat in the bush tucker trials. One of which was, apparently a kangaroo penis. From there, Grandad recounted the time a lady was on the Antiques Roadshow with a collection of her deceased husband's collection of walking sticks, only to be mortified when the expert told her that one of them was a stick fashioned from a bull's penis.
Nanny chimed in, "She had 6 or 7 sticks but the one made from the bull's penis, really stood out."

Cue hysterics for the next 20 minutes.
I do so love my mum and dad. xxx