Damini
Part of the furniture
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2003
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So, I go away to the Lake District, and I'm incredibly healthy, and do lots of walking, and I even climb a poxey mountain after a vigorous training regime of "dabbling on the wii fit" and occasionally leaving the remote control out of arms reach, and its all going very well. I'm glowing with health and midge bites and maybe a dash of Bulmers, but mostly health.
Until me and Kenny go out for dinner one night, and there on the menu is the legendary PARMO.
I have climbed a mountain, and yet I have put on weight. I blame it entirely on Parmo, and by extension, all you people here that raved about it. That thing is vile. Its like an epic chicken nugget had sex with a dairylea triangle, and then tried to murder its mutant offspring in a deep fat frier.

Until me and Kenny go out for dinner one night, and there on the menu is the legendary PARMO.
I have climbed a mountain, and yet I have put on weight. I blame it entirely on Parmo, and by extension, all you people here that raved about it. That thing is vile. Its like an epic chicken nugget had sex with a dairylea triangle, and then tried to murder its mutant offspring in a deep fat frier.
