I have no excuse for this; I have the time, resources and skills required to make myself a decent meal. But just occasionally I just can't be arsed. Too lazy even to go through the hassle of ordering and picking up a carry out. So I end up selecting something from Tesco's Lazy Bastard selection.
Not so often because it's usually a dispiriting experience and I always vow never to buy this sub-airline muck ever again.
Until the next time.
Afterwards, I invariably feel like a cheap slut.
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