No more spotted dicks, please.
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I remember going in a fairly packed low rent seafront cafe in Lowestoft with my family about ten years ago, and for dessert I asked for a Spotted dick and custard.....
Well, the young waitress who was about sixteen burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and didn't stop for what seemed like two minutes,..... all the diners turned round and looked at her......
Well, the young waitress who was about sixteen burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and didn't stop for what seemed like two minutes,..... all the diners turned round and looked at her......
Wacky Racer said:
I remember going in a fairly packed low rent seafront cafe in Lowestoft with my family about ten years ago, and for dessert I asked for a Spotted dick and custard.....
Well, the young waitress who was about sixteen burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and didn't stop for what seemed like two minutes,..... all the diners turned round and looked at her......
Have I got this right....?Well, the young waitress who was about sixteen burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and didn't stop for what seemed like two minutes,..... all the diners turned round and looked at her......
She was laughing at your spotted dick...?
In custard...?
mybrainhurts said:
Wacky Racer said:
I remember going in a fairly packed low rent seafront cafe in Lowestoft with my family about ten years ago, and for dessert I asked for a Spotted dick and custard.....
Well, the young waitress who was about sixteen burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and didn't stop for what seemed like two minutes,..... all the diners turned round and looked at her......
Have I got this right....?Well, the young waitress who was about sixteen burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and didn't stop for what seemed like two minutes,..... all the diners turned round and looked at her......
She was laughing at your spotted dick...?
In custard...?
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