That. Anyway, back on topic, Mr Boring.

if you're talking about boardies thinking i come across as "sneaky", no , not really. I've hardly ever been insulting to anyone here, you know just giving the old "twat twat" back for the laughs. but else no i really don't think so.

but yeah shopping , i try to make it as RADICAL as possible.
you know noisy vegetables and shoegazy cheese, not even mentioning the IDM crisps.

better watch out. he'll start a poll about you. and by poll, I mean, an attempt to garner himself e-ttention via yr name.

back on topic: BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL - AISLE 5

:fuckyou:

^^^You two should form a BOYS BAND

You'd be my number one fan.:)

i enjoy going to the market when i can, did more of it when i was unemployed, and definately needed lists, that really allowed me to dictate more meal ideas and opened myself up to new cuisines and stlyes and cooking for myself

for sure. I'd throw my panties on stage for you. But they'd be all smelly.

How old are you again?

13.

My girlfriend and I sit down on Sunday morning and look at our diaries for the next week, and plan a menu for the week based on what we're doing. Then I make a shopping list and go and join the moronic hoards in Tesco to get almost all the week's food. The only exception is greenery for salads, which goes off too quick so gets bought on the day that it's going to be eaten.

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Amended, sir.

shit you got me.
I could be yr great grandfather, granted.

I shop like a man - I go in, I walk in a specific order, and if I've forgotten anything then I probably didn't need it. And this to me of Tuesday - EGGS, YOU FUCKTARD.

I have a particularly special selection of shops by me, the legendary Asdawls and Lidls. The former is notorious for having a gaggle of heavily pregnant teenagers outside smoking and drinking shit cider.

The demographics I have noted:

If I shop on a lunchtime, there are the dazzled veg-groping geriatrics, who'll infrequently take me for an employee, possibly manager, because I'm young-ish and in work clothes

If I shop of an early weekday evening, it's prickish suits, lost young men, impoverished 'organic almonds' but terrible skin/ headwear and the most insanely friendly Polish chap at the counter whose eyes don't point in conventional directions.

Thursday nights are particularly special as that seems to be the day the overly-zealous Somali bag-packer works - the one who caused me to lose a loaf of bread by putting each of my items in a single back each, leaving me with so many bags I had no idea where the bread was.

Saturday morning is scrote-time - monsters with mini-monsters arguing over which sort of frozen chip Jaime Oliver likes, thieves, overweight mid-30s men picking up beer to beat their wife with and old men who can't understand why brocolli isn't thruppence ha'penny any more.

Saturday evening is stoners, pizzas and film, young professional women fresh from the gym and the two varieties of "Fuck, tomorrow's Sunday": the elderly and the pill-heads.

I'm sure there are some I've forgotten though.

You'd be throwing smelly panties at your nephew, then. That's not nice, is it?

I think that I caused myself to laugh out really loud.

how do you only think that? what is the debatable part? the really?

also i am good at grocery shopping but i don't really like it. i usually know the routine but i bring a list not to remind myself what i need but more to keep the aimless random shit at bay.

I thought this thread was about the television game show, Supermarket Sweep.

Now I'm slightly disappointed.

So did I, but I came close to crying because I had prepared myself to ramble about Supermarket Sweep and bonus items for at least 12 pages.