Utterly Buttery.


This morning, I did some sub-par buttering whilst I made an egg sandwich. 

I love butter, but it can be a pain in the arse (particularly if you’re in Last Tango in Paris). Sometimes it just doesn’t spread, leaving you with broken up patches of half-buttered bread.

(I’m a poet and I don’t know it.)

In the end, I gave up attempting to move the dairy product about; some things in life are just too much to deal with.

Don't let it be said that I don't have it tough. 

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