Last night the Fake Gordon Ramsay and I had this conversation. (Gordo is looking remarkably tanned after a 'tough' trip to Honolulu. Note to self: Check out jobs in the scintillating world of freight.
Fake Gordon: "Doll, fancy my balls tonight for dinner?"
Me: Looks up in despair from editing porny manuscript that Larry Flynt might be interested in.
"What?"
"What?"
Fake Gordon: My balls tonight what do you think?"
Me: Thinking - do I go there?
Fake Gordon: They're pretty juicy."
Me: "Help me sweet baby Jesus."
Me: Thinking - do I go there?
Fake Gordon: They're pretty juicy."
Me: "Help me sweet baby Jesus."
I bring you coconut laksa with corinader fish balls.
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