I want to run into the kitchen and beg the cook to tell me her secret. Maybe she’s a Black Country witch.
Wench…dow get barred for swearing
With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.
This one goes out to the one I love…
I often wonder about that poor Black Country wench who’s annoyed that her freezer is still broken!