Carvalho Diablo
8th July 2007, 06:47 PM
Several years ago I recall a time when I was back in the old flat.
Peckish, I gans over to the kitchen cupboard to peruse the old scrannage on offer, but rather than be greeted by the usual tin of beans or bag of pasta I was greeted with something altogether more earth shattering...a full blown revelation, undeniable proof that God exists !
I'd only gone and left the top off a bottle of HP brown sauce hadn't I !
Anyhow, the unmistakable smell of that viscous goodness instantly made me think of something else : the bacon sarnie !
Bang ! Like a lightening bolt had struck me, I was hit by the following epiphany : it is impossible to even contemplate that two such seemingly independent and seperate foodstuffs could be so perfectly matched by mans meagre hand alone.
Two things so perfectly matched are Devine. Only The Lord Himself could possibly be responsible for such utter, utter perfection.
And for those who put red sauce on their bacon sarnies...may you rot in eternal damnation.
Praise The Lord.
Peckish, I gans over to the kitchen cupboard to peruse the old scrannage on offer, but rather than be greeted by the usual tin of beans or bag of pasta I was greeted with something altogether more earth shattering...a full blown revelation, undeniable proof that God exists !
I'd only gone and left the top off a bottle of HP brown sauce hadn't I !
Anyhow, the unmistakable smell of that viscous goodness instantly made me think of something else : the bacon sarnie !
Bang ! Like a lightening bolt had struck me, I was hit by the following epiphany : it is impossible to even contemplate that two such seemingly independent and seperate foodstuffs could be so perfectly matched by mans meagre hand alone.
Two things so perfectly matched are Devine. Only The Lord Himself could possibly be responsible for such utter, utter perfection.
And for those who put red sauce on their bacon sarnies...may you rot in eternal damnation.
Praise The Lord.