Why are men who profess themselves congenitally unable to carry a tea tray at home always insistent on carrying one in motorway service stations? Keep an eye out and you'll see them, trays dodgily unbalanced with all the weight on one side as they teeter unsteadily towards a table 10 minutes after the family left them at the condiment stand.
I suspect these erstwhile busboys are very closely related to the raw yet black chicken barbecue poisoner.
Supplementary: Why do men who can't make an adequate sandwich feel that faced with open flames and strong petrol fumes they can suddenly produce food fit for anything other than the bin?
Is it a testosterone thang or are they just, frankly, twats? 
4 comments:
Hmmm possibly the latter ?...........Jan xx
Twats - deffo twats
Lolol .....but they give us much amusement in their antics. Rache
Did you have a spat with your husband today?? Sheesh!! :-)
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