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Post by Hobhead on May 23, 2020 9:09:00 GMT
How are you going to get them to germinate? Cunts to grow from seeds are peppers, hot ones even more so. Do they grow like trees or summat? Asking for a thick friend honest. Look, lads, we’ve got an interested party. I knew this thread would take off.
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Post by Hobhead on May 23, 2020 9:43:58 GMT
This thread is only slightly more exhilarating than Rod’s new supermarket thread on the other side. Your post caused me to go and look to see Rod’s thread for myself.
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Post by Neshead on May 23, 2020 9:50:18 GMT
Do they grow like trees or summat? Asking for a thick friend honest. Look, lads, we’ve got an interested party. I knew this thread would take off. This reminds me of a house refurb we did a few years ago. It was for a sikh and he was crazy about chillis and chilli sauce. We had a labourer on the job who wouldn't touch anything spicy. One day the sikh lad bought big pizzas for the lads on the job and he smothered his own in what can only be described as 'arse burner' chilli sauce. Then, for some unknown reason, the labourer says i'll try a bit on my pizza. Has a bit dabbed on top then takes a mouthful. He was alright for a few minutes, then it hit him lol. First it was water, the 4 pint of milk, then the ice cream tub, daft fucker started sweating like Rolf Harris at a rape conviction. Got his missus to come pick him up and we didn't see him the next two days. Fucking crying thinking about, especially when the sikh lad told us how much he'd put on. He literally downed a four pinter of milk in one go.
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Post by Neshead on May 23, 2020 9:51:17 GMT
This thread is only slightly more exhilarating than Rod’s new supermarket thread on the other side. I'd got about four lines into the thread and lost the will to live.
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Post by Fat Ade on May 23, 2020 10:39:08 GMT
Look, lads, we’ve got an interested party. I knew this thread would take off. This reminds me of a house refurb we did a few years ago. It was for a sikh and he was crazy about chillis and chilli sauce. We had a labourer on the job who wouldn't touch anything spicy. One day the sikh lad bought big pizzas for the lads on the job and he smothered his own in what can only be described as 'arse burner' chilli sauce. Then, for some unknown reason, the labourer says i'll try a bit on my pizza. Has a bit dabbed on top then takes a mouthful. He was alright for a few minutes, then it hit him lol. First it was water, the 4 pint of milk, then the ice cream tub, daft fucker started sweating like Rolf Harris at a rape conviction. Got his missus to come pick him up and we didn't see him the next two days. Fucking crying thinking about, especially when the sikh lad told us how much he'd put on. He literally downed a four pinter of milk in one go. Ok thanks
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Post by rahicscissorbudget on May 23, 2020 10:47:22 GMT
This thread is only slightly more exhilarating than Rod’s new supermarket thread on the other side. Your post caused me to go and look to see Rod’s thread for myself. He wanted a small amount of lamb, but he got a large amount of beef. #prayforbigrod
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Post by Hobhead on May 23, 2020 14:31:18 GMT
They’ve arrived: Stay tuned for the next gripping instalment: potting.
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Post by Hoochy on May 23, 2020 15:11:06 GMT
Could have just bought some from the shop and saved the hassle and inevitable heartbreak of growing them.
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Post by Hobhead on May 23, 2020 15:20:49 GMT
Could have just bought some from the shop and saved the hassle and inevitable heartbreak of growing them. But then you lot wouldn’t be able to help me through when they fail. Soaking seeds overnight:
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Post by Neshead on May 23, 2020 15:51:13 GMT
Could have just bought some from the shop and saved the hassle and inevitable heartbreak of growing them. But then you lot wouldn’t be able to help me through when they fail. Soaking seeds overnight: Is that it? In a bag that size?
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Post by Hobhead on May 23, 2020 15:55:19 GMT
Twenty seeds.
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Post by Hobhead on May 24, 2020 9:35:38 GMT
Keep refreshing your screens today, boys. It’s potting day!
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Post by Hobhead on May 24, 2020 15:57:19 GMT
The moment you’ve al been waiting for:
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Post by Lethal Jizzle on May 24, 2020 22:17:05 GMT
The moment you’ve al been waiting for: fucking hell you've even got gardening gloves, I'm getting the word.........
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Post by Neshead on May 24, 2020 22:33:51 GMT
The moment you’ve al been waiting for: fucking hell you've even got gardening gloves, I'm getting the word......... Noncey Nigel. Most 'gardeners' like to grow 'herbs' indoors for 'medicinal purposes'. Not our Hob, the Cows Arse very own Richard Briers.
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Post by Hobhead on May 24, 2020 22:44:15 GMT
Gloves stolen from work on behalf of the wife. Construction standard H&S gloves. Man’s gloves in other words.
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Post by Hoochy on May 24, 2020 23:31:24 GMT
Why have you planted them in your noncing cellar? They'll need a bit of light.
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Post by Hobhead on May 24, 2020 23:44:49 GMT
Why have you planted them in your noncing cellar? They'll need a bit of light. That’s where I keep all the life that belongs to me.
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Post by northernmonkey on May 25, 2020 13:43:55 GMT
Lads, I’ve ordered some Bhut Jolokia chilli seeds from Amazon. I’ve decided to make this a thread in which you can all express your fascination with the saga as it evolves. From seed through shoots to consumption and fecal magma, you guys can be with me every step of the way. Your gratitude can go without saying. Seeds arrive tomorrow. Bet it won't be half as entertaining as the time you bought some shares and thought you'd be dining with Richard Branson within a year.
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Post by Hobhead on May 25, 2020 16:29:33 GMT
Lads, I’ve ordered some Bhut Jolokia chilli seeds from Amazon. I’ve decided to make this a thread in which you can all express your fascination with the saga as it evolves. From seed through shoots to consumption and fecal magma, you guys can be with me every step of the way. Your gratitude can go without saying. Seeds arrive tomorrow. Bet it won't be half as entertaining as the time you bought some shares and thought you'd be dining with Richard Branson within a year. Topped out at thirty two grand, cashed out at two hundred and fifty quid. Wasn’t my finest hour to be honest but knowing I kept you lot entertained helps to keep the edge off. Bastard.
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