Ain’t happening.
Your loss.
No, it’s not. Swill is swill.
Can we just agree that you’re wrong about beer and go back to posting pics of what’s for dinner?
Your Dad.
Your mom.
Your Dad’s Dad.
What are you making me for dinner Mongoose? Checks clock
It better be fucking ribeye steak! 
I’ve got your steak. 
I’ll believe it when I see it on a plate served with a baked potato and sour cream. Seeing is believing.
…sounds delicious
I’m torn between a bavette steak or a home-made paleo burger, both being served with home-made oven chips. The decision will become clearer as I become hungrier. 
I’m tied between a bottle of water, some dried cranberries or a piece of bread.
Is Trixie a poor Trixie today? If you stock up on canned goods you’ll never go hungry… ratatouille, rice pudding, baked beans, pulses, tuna, peas. Cereal is always a handy thing to also have.
I went with the steak… griddled, and threw in some sliced courgette and whole mushrooms, served with a corn-on-the-cob, but I could only eat half of it all… If I lived near Trixie I would have shared it with her.
I got my own personal gourmet chef and her name is ManiacalMongoose.
You can’t share anything with her-Trixie, as she isn’t a she, but a he, till the day he dies. It can’t be changed through mutilation, injection, or wrongheaded runaway liberal rhetoric.
A he is always a he, a she is always a she, independent of your asinine politics. That’s biology, that’s science, that’s the firm and certain, 100% truth, stop reinforcing his delusions.
I’d still share my dinner with Trixie. Don’t be mad just because you didn’t get an invite to the (dinner) party.
You claim to be Christian, but I hardly ever see you act it… your religion is failing you, or is it that you are failing your religion?
Go kneel and repeat the Hail Mary until you fall asleep, and no dinner for you young man.
Tater tot casserole and sparkling grape juice. Our big meal tomorrow will consist of a pork roast and potatoes with Creole spices. Joker loves brownies which will be waiting for him when he wakes.
I always act it, god didn’t say “hey, follow your own kink, delusional self esteem derived from a mental disorder and political correctness created by a anti-Christian minority to.run mankind into extinction is what matters”.
You got some warped understanding of Christianity. God didn’t.design the faith to be exploited by.it’s enemies, that is the result of unchecked polemics. I’m checking them. Not up to Magsj of all people to dictate what my religion is, I’m a grown ass man, been around for a while.
While my statements do not contradict Christianity, I’m not approaching this from Christianity, I’ve said often enough, I’m not a Christian philosopher, but rather a philosopher that happens to be Christian. Don’t expect me to be the voice of the Vatican.
I merely said you don’t act very Christian. If I didn’t know you were, I’d think you were not.
As kids… we were made to kneel for long… when naughty, that or go and pray to Mary or Our Lord for that particular sin, but I really think it was just a way for my mum to get quiet reprieve from her 4 playful sprogs. 
I did get to share my dinner yesterday… was gonna keep it all to myself, but decided to offer some, and the offer was very well-received: lamb shiek (Indian) kebabs, served in lettuce leaves, with a tomato/cucumber/red onion/orange salsa/coriander accompaniment.
Brought the rest out with me to have for lunch while on set… can’t always trust that there’ll be chemical-friendly fare available for lunch.