The pots i was washing went potty and saucy. They boiled my eye lashes and stewed my hair with ketchup. I looked at the colander it showed the date?
My friend looked at me and said " Wok's up." I finished up away with the food mixer. The pans caused pandamonium concocting recipes of disaster. The knifes and forks were always falling out back stabbing. The salt and pepper mills were assaulting and shaking me. I sneezed at this.
The cork screw was screwy. Food for thought I digested enough of this. I left the kitchen couldn't take any more and went for a takeaway.
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