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I can't fry an egg, sunny side up becomes nasty pulp I'll try to do a roast but you'll probably end up with beans and toast I'll try to do a coddle but it won't be a doddle if you want cordon bleu forget it, but I might attempt a stew my dessert will probably fill you with mirth you'd give it a wide berth I mightn't be a good cook but if you want a night filled with glee come visit me
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
Can't Cook
I can't fry an egg, sunny side up becomes nasty pulp I'll try to do a roast but you'll probably end up with beans and toast I'll try to do a coddle but it won't be a doddle if you want cordon bleu forget it, but I might attempt a stew my dessert will probably fill you with mirth you'd give it a wide berth I mightn't be a good cook but if you want a night filled with glee come visit me
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
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