Put the bread away, Jeffrey.
Put the spread back in the fridge, Jeffrey
And so I do. It hurts, but I obey because I don’t want to get fat. I mean, it wouldn’t look good, would it, if a Flying Apsara came flying through the window one dark December night and I resembled Bibendum?
So what’s a Flying Apsara? One of these:
I came by the information through encountering an absolute jewel of a lady on YouTube of all places. Strange, but true.