Chatterbox Thursday

Rolling's on the fentanyl? That would certainly explain some of his posts

I assumed that was a colloquialism, like off the wagon

I'm sure amipal  will be glad of the views.

Demon's Souls: another boss down

I like the fact that most of the bosses sound like metal bands. Adjudicator, Penetrator, Leechmonger, and my personal favourite Dirty Colossus

The Scotch Egg is a traditional Scottish dish that has been enjoyed for centuries. The dish is a hard-boiled egg wrapped in sausage meat, coated in bread crumbs, and then deep-fried or baked. The Scotch Egg's origins are steeped in legend, traced back to the foundation of ancient Scotland itself.

Origins

The Scotch Egg is believed to have been invented by one of the exiles from the sacked city of Troy named Phemios, a legendary figure in the annals of Scottish history. Phemios was a skilled cook and bard, who, according to ancient texts, was one of the few survivors of the fall of Troy. He was said to have fled the city with Aeneas, a Trojan hero, and embarked on an arduous journey across the Mediterranean to the British Isles.

Phemios arrived on the shores of modern-day Scotland around 1180 BC. He was welcomed by the indigenous Pictish tribes, who were impressed by his stories of the Trojan War and his culinary skills. According to ancient Pictish scrolls, Phemios sought to create a dish that would symbolize the fusion of his Trojan roots with his new Scottish environment.

Remembering a dish from his homeland, where eggs were wrapped in lamb and baked in clay, Phemios adapted this recipe using local ingredients. He replaced the lamb with wild boar meat, a common game in Scotland at the time, and encased the egg and meat in a crust of ground barley. The dish was then cooked in hot ashes, a precursor to the modern method of deep frying.

The dish quickly became a staple of the Pictish diet and was named the "Scotch Egg," the term 'Scotch' being derived from 'Scottish,' and 'Egg' from the central ingredient. The name also honored Phemios' adopted homeland.

hi

I am sick. Laid low. Currently eating a Covonia cough drop.

Not much happening.

A great bunch of lads from Currys just took our old broken washing machine away and replaced it with a new one. Just in the nick of time too as my QAnon shaman outfit was starting to hum.

The local shop has increased the price of my preferred booze by 18.2%. Monstrous behaviour.

A shame Tetrion Methylated Spirit has gone up in price.

Isn't Qanon shaman humming hums new favourite band?

On a farm out in the country lived a man and a woman and their three sons. Early one morning, the woman awoke, and while looking out of the window onto to the pasture, she saw that the family’s only cow was lying dead in the field.


The situation looked hopeless to her-how could she possibly continue to feed her family now?
In a depressed state of mind, she hung herself.
When the man awoke to find his wife dead, as well as the cow, he too began to see the hopelessness of the situation, and he shot himself in the head.

Now the oldest son woke up to discover his parents dead (and the cow!), and he decided to go down to the river and drown himself.
When he got to the river, he discovered a mermaid sitting on the bank.
She said,”I’ve seen all and know the reason for your despair. But if you will have sex with me five times in a row, then I will restore your parents and the cow to you.”
The son agreed to try, but after four times, he was simply unable to get it up again.
So the mermaid drowned him in the river.

Next the second oldest son woke up.
After discovering what had happened, he too decided to throw himself into the river.
The mermaid said to him, “If you will have sex with me ten times in a row, then I will make everything right.”
And while the son tried his best (seven times!), it was not enough to satisfy the mermaid, so she drowned him in the river.

The youngest son woke up and saw his parents dead, the dead cow in the field, and his brothers gone.
He decided that life was a hopeless prospect, and he went down to the river to throw himself in.
And there he also met the mermaid. “I have seen all that has happened, and I can make everything right if you will only have sex with me fifteen times in a row.”
The young son replied, “Is that all? Why not twenty times in a row?”
The mermaid was somewhat taken aback by this request.
Then he said, “Hell, why not twenty-five times in a row?”
And even as she was reluctantly agreeing to his request, he said, “Why not THIRTY times in a row?”
Finally, she said, “Enough!! Okay, if you will have sex with me thirty times in a row, then I will bring everybody back to perfect health.”
Then the young son asked, “Wait! How do I know that thirty times in a row won’t kill you like it did the cow?”