In England, a pair of knife-wielding thieves were involved in a lengthy stand-off with police when they barricaded themselves into a cafe after breaking in to steal quiche.
If this had happened in America, it would’ve involved guns & steaks.
In England, a pair of knife-wielding thieves were involved in a lengthy stand-off with police when they barricaded themselves into a cafe after breaking in to steal quiche.
If this had happened in America, it would’ve involved guns & steaks.
you gotta be desperate to steal quiche.
Egg Day Afternoon.
To paraphrase the title of Bruce Feirstein’s best-selling book, Real Men Don’t Steal Quiche.
” . . a pair of knife-wielding thieves”
Um, aren’t they going to need forks?
“Omeletting one hostage go!”
If they’re sentenced to not-too-hard-yet-not-too-runny time, they’ll probably walk the green-on-the-side mile.
Whisk them to jail!
Spam spam and eggs?
If Cafe@Marshalls was Cafe@USMarshals it would have been over real quick.
A rarebit of Saxon culinary crime…poncey Brits and their wuffly-fluff cuisine. They were most likely using plastic sporks as those, or garden trowels, are as butch as the weaponry can get for the average Brit subject.
Welcome back, Bunkerhillbilly.
(“Star Trek Sax: The Search For Spork.”)
P.S.: Frank mentioned in a recent post that his grandfather was Irish.
Please say there was at least bacon in the quiche, otherwise we might as well right off England as doomed.
The Quiche and the Dead.
Temporarily possessed by the spirit of Oppo.
Frank mentioned in a recent post that his grandfather was Irish.
So he cops to a saving ethnic grace but indulges in self-hating?
Or is he worried that being in a room full of Celts might crowd out his 1/4 contribution to the craic?
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?