I’m sat waiting for the rice to finish cooking, it’s part of a delicious dish I’m cooking, judging by the aroma that the SlaughteredChicken is producing, now that the fleshy morals have been dusted with herbs, it’s going to be delightful. . .
The other day I sat chatting with a few mates, and the topic of discussion was, ‘What is a Real Man!’.
It was quite a straight forward question but the conversation seemed to be stuck in a groove of uncertainty!.
You could sense the unease, you could see beads of perspiration forming on foreheads.
It was as if the question was too dangerous to handle!. . .