Fry-day
Me: Dad what's with all the old knives?
Dad: I'm starting an old knife shop....
I never even got the real answer from him he wouldn't stop laughing
UBUNTU.
SurPise!
It tasted waffle.
There were battered fish everywhere.
for batter or for wurst
Which is wurst?
That would have been real crumby.
Edit: thanks for the gifts! I’ve never felt so kneaded.
How is cricket like cake? They both need batters!
Europe!
How dairy
He was being tempura mental
Good eye, mate. Good eye...
I do, but they’re all Waffle.
She bravely took a whisk.
..who has three strikes.
no one got their lemonade and the cake was ruined
I hear they're gonna give him a really tough sentence.
Cause no matter if they are right or left handed batters, they always hit close to home.
My wife and daughter are working on improving the meringue cookie recipe they are using.
I asked if the batter was better and my wife said yes.
So I asked if it had enough sugar or if it was a bitter better batter.
The look on her face was priceless!
I reminded her that she knew my sense of humor before she married me and went through with it anyway.
Getting battered
The fish got battered
Five fish got battered and a bunch of chips were a-salted.
BATTER UP!
I'm feeling tempura-mental.
Because they are batter-y.
With a batter-ing ram to do it all at once, or you can chocolate chip away at it for a long time.
…but I couldn't find any whisks. I had just recently moved into a new house with my room mate and I wasn't sure what utensils we had between the two of us. I texted her and asked,
"Do we have any whisks here? Or is that just whiskful thinking?"
Battered Fish Everywhere!
... he's feeling much batter now.
He just flipped
a fish was battered!
My husband is perusing the menu and points out that they have Battered Shrimp on the menu. He turns to me and says, "I wonder if the shrimp pressed charges". My son and I exchanged glances and facepalmed in unison.
At the end of it, the person that ran the course said, "Ok, buddy, so for the week you owe me...£380."
"I refuse to pay," I told him.
"You have to," he insisted.
"Well then, you'll have to fight me for it."
So we fought, and he absolutely battered me. Left me bloody, bruised and beaten.
He said, "£380. Cough it up."
"No," I told him, wiping my lip. "Because it was clearly a waste of money."
There was no battering ram.
The fish got battered and the chips got assaulted
