EastEnder
Brixton Barnacle
Sometimes, I spread it so thick it acts like a hot tar pit, trapping small unsuspecting creatures who wandered too close, enticed by the glorious eau de Marmite.... Some day, they'll be rediscovered, fossilised, entombed in their Marmite embrace.... Still, not a bad to go, at least they died happy.sojourner said:*vomits*
(over EE)
hehehehe
