What’s the worst roast by a child you’ve suffered?
Long time ago my nephew asked what I did for work. After graduating from university I had a rather good job in a tech company. As I explained what I did his eyes glazed over in 10 seconds flat. After a while he interrupted: “So you didn’t like school, did you.”
My son made an attempt to learn how to cook Yorkshire puddings because he loves the results so much (results being pancakes in the following morning)
Anyway, he opened the oven too early and they were just floppy messes.
Sad to see the invasive roasted has made its way across the pond, displacing native species such as ripped and rinsed, alas
i got called grandad at work for not having instagram. mortified
I’ve honestly never understood the point of Instagram. It somehow has a worse algorithm than Twitter…
