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Picolo grainger market

shithawks — Fri, 21 Jan 2011 15:04:26 +0000

Bunsen burner Coffee science

Chicken night

shithawks — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 16:20:19 +0000

23rd of dec. Kebabish.

chicken tetrazini??

executive realness — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 11:30:34 +0000

fuck a mac….

executive realness — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 01:03:12 +0000

..apple or big, this shitbeats them both.

stolen from http://blog.bjernies.com/

slice harvester

executive realness — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 00:55:55 +0000

possibly one of the best things I’ve ever come across on the internet………….

http://sliceharvester.blogspot.com/

Some dude attempting to eat a slice in every pizza joint in NYC! hes even done grandpas, in inwood which I had the pleasure of eating about 6 times in the space of 10 days

this place was amazing. the pizza probably wasn’t the best in new york, but it shat on any takeout you can get over here. we got 2 calzones, chicken wings, a 40 of sprite and stock margarita for about 6 quid. the pizza is only half the charm tho, Inwood is right at the top of Manhatten, some weird mix of project housing and city workers, jakeys selling hookey dvds and jewellery set out on towels at the side of the cross roads at the edge of the block, hispanic and black kids on the stoop all day, hot 97 coming out of every car and shop. through a youth spent listening to public enemy, wu tang and nas, watching kids, goodfellas, the warriors and wildstyle, new york had become a mythical city, every detail is loaded with borrowed memories, connotations from music and films, making something as mundane as buying some scran and getting a oversized bottle of pop from a bodega an unforgettable experience.

http://sliceharvester.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpas-brick-oven-pizza-two-thumbs.html

King chicken

executive realness — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:54:24 +0000

China town is the by far best place in ncl to hangout. In the words of the Italian “you don’t go out for a meal in china town, you just hangout and eat inbetween”

china town express has the triad endorsement, nudo the natives approval and countless banquets for the high rollers, and now it has KING CHICKEN.

This place is seriously on some next level shit as far as fried chicken goes.

The Italian took the 5 chicken wing deal which prompted the greatest question I have ever heard from the lass behind the till “are you sure you want the Peri peri sauce? were hotter than nandos, alot hotter” not only is this establishment got more class than any other chicken joint in NCL it activly calls out it’s competitors. Street.

I got the stock wings meal, and when it came we got our second surprise, the goods were layed out like the chef was some micheiln starred G. The till lass wernt lying, the peri peri was hotter than a motherfucker, and the wings had some decent meat on them for a change.

The Mayonaise was that weird thin euro stuuf that looks like tippex which is dope, the only downside is the flatscreen pumping out constant linkin park videos , but we told them what was up with the feedback card they gave us so next time you go in you should hear nothing but shoalins finest.

King chicken is easyly the best city center chicken joint/indoor stoop, it elevates fried chicken to a new level giving it the respect it deserves, plus next door is the new Chinese ket and cup noodle shop for afters.

4.5 out of 5

Last meal

hexhamstu — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 15:59:54 +0000

This website is great. What would your last meal be? Here is a list of texas death row inmates requests, whether or not they actually got all they asked for I have no clue? Texas inmates last meals.

afrikan food

shithawks — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 13:58:17 +0000

viking quest; chapter 1

executive realness — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 11:25:49 +0000

this is another long overdue post, but back in july me and fortini followed the tour. across france, into switzerland and round the top of italy. theres some photos of what we saw at the college on display that we used as a mascardade for the trip but in reallity whe just wanted some new scran while searching out the mythical euro sasuage.

The country of Europe is superior to the country of Newcastle in many ways, girls are hotter, theres no radgies, it’s perfectly acceptable to sleep in parks or walk into campsites without paying and use their showers. One of the biggest differences is the standard of food. kets and the kind of cheep tat you by at the corner shop are high quality, service stations sell fresh baguettes and the kind of shit that would be labeled organic or locally produced over here and instantly have the price doubled is the standard for cheep food.

The first discovery on our quest wasn’t in europe but in the bandit country*, an automated chicken paying device.

Not only does this speed up chicken consumption but this also brings me one step closer to my dream of a utopian future in which the streets are lined with rotisserie chicken vending machines.

The second discovery was again in a service station, only this time in france. straight off the boat we headed to a dodgy rest area that looked like it had a fair few truckers/murders about it. inside many treats awaited us.

“PAUSE VITAMINES” gay comment vitamins ? bag of frenchness

Caaaandy up, kidnap that fool

while tempted by the vitamin pack, I settled for the litre of chocomilk befor bed time but i needed a little someting something to finish it off. we had to drop a steakout in the diary asle as a french trucker had fallen asleep upright blocking our way to the good shit.

C’est merde grande

it was worth the wait, and 2 of the finest euro snacks known to man were revealed to us: the ham cake, and the boiled egg with some mayonaise

ham cake

egg avec mayonaise, blud

The Italian was particularily fond of these french waffle peices we found in the next service station, as well as the coeur lion euro cheese wedge, the rolls royce of fromage snacks….

part 2 of the euro quest will follow shortly……..

* bandit country refers to anywhere south of scotch corner

….look at shorty, DAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

executive realness — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:03:27 +0000

new clipse. sucking the clipse’s dick is a standard requirment of blogging.

clipse x blog x chicken = sucky sucky long time