I bit the tops of the ears off an easter bunny, filled it with yoghurt and scoffed it.
Yes, I'm a pig.
Yes, I'm an adult. (I know, I know)
A frozen Irish coffee flavour yoghurt.
Bl**dy awful. Where's the Easter eggs, need to get rid of that taste.
I finished off my wife's cheesecake, made with quark, which until yesterday I thought was some sort of subatomic particle, so pleasantly surprised.
I understood - and bear in mind I'm thick - 80% could get it and not realise they'd had it, and the 20% would suffer noticeably, but only a small...
20% mortality rate????
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