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Toast crumbs in the butter tub

A Battered Mars Bar

Don't bother me Cobh! Dip it in spread it about and do another cut of bread again no bother boy.

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gifted

Is Cobh reading this as well?

RhubarbCrumble

If it's in a 'tub', then it's not butter.

Your Face

RhubarbCrumble wrote: »

If it's in a 'tub', then it's not butter.

Fact.

antodeco

Although plenty of tubs I know are just that, due to butter consumed

topper75

Cobh or cove down in that place down there means lad, mate, fella, chap, boy, chief, boss, son or whatever your'e having yourself.

I once worked there for three months about 8 years ago and am still weirded out by the experience.

fergiesfolly

Feckin hate crumbs in the butter.
Same goes for coffee granules in the sugar. Or lumps of brown sugar, when someone puts a wet spoon in sugar tin.
Animals.

Winterlong

Marriages have split over smaller things.
No crumbs in the butter/marg/spread in our house or you are spending the night in the shed.

_Brian

RhubarbCrumble wrote: »

If it's in a 'tub', then it's not butter.

I can't believe it's not butter !

jester77

The mad hatter does not agree

Riddle101

RhubarbCrumble wrote: »

If it's in a 'tub', then it's not butter.

I can't believe it's not butter.

antodeco

Still can't believe nobody has said "I can't believe it's not butter!"

Hande hoche!

_Brian wrote: »

I can't believe it's not butter !

antodeco wrote: »

Still can't believe nobody has said "I can't believe it's not butter!"

Eh?

antodeco

Hande hoche! wrote: »

Eh?

Woooosh!

_Brian

antodeco wrote: »

Woooosh!

You should clarify.
Was that something going over posters head, or posters life passing by ?

Hande hoche!

_Brian wrote: »

You should clarify.
Was that something going over posters head, or posters life passing by ?

It's painful because it's true.

Boom_Bap

Sackable offence and grounds for divorce.

Arghus

It's the price paid for laziness, I'm willing to pay it.

osarusan

fergiesfolly wrote: »

Or lumps of brown sugar, when someone puts a wet spoon in sugar tin.

As a kid I used to look hopefully in the sugar bowl for these tasty coffee-flavoured treats.

Canis Lupus

Winterlong wrote: »

Marriages have split over smaller things.
No crumbs in the butter/marg/spread in our house or you are spending the night in the shed.

What about the people that add a little bit of jam?

Winterlong

Canis Lupus wrote: »

What about the people that add a little bit of jam?

The shed is not good enough for them....jesus, the horror of fungassy bits of Jam in my Blue Band!

PandaPoo

I scrape the crumby butter from the knife on the side of the tub.

maudgonner

People that put too much butter on their toast. Scrape it off. And put it back into the tub/dish. :mad:

Bastards.

I used to live with a girl who did this. She liked burned toast. The butter would be feckin' grey after her.

She's dead now...by means of butter knife.

Boom_Bap

PandaPoo wrote: »

I scrape the crumby butter from the knife on the side of the tub.

banned

jk

Roger Hassenforder

Butter residue in the jam is 4 times worse.

Hande hoche!

Chunks of potato in the mustard jar is also fairly bad.

SEPT 23 1989

PandaPoo wrote: »

I scrape the crumby butter from the knife on the side of the tub.

any other crimes you want to admit to?

baldtooyoung

Bits of coffee in the sugar
Tea lumps in the sugar
Crumbs on the butter
Bits of veg on the butter
Old tea bags on the draining board
All very bad

fergiesfolly

osarusan wrote: »

As a kid I used to look hopefully in the sugar bowl for these tasty coffee-flavoured treats.

I don't think I have felt this much pity for another human being in my entire life.

A Battered Mars Bar

I should explain why it don't bother me. I have fond memories of it. When I was in college I used live with a lad who loved and I mean loved to come home after a feed of beer and ate mounds of butter on toast but he was seriously OCD.

If he saw crumbs in the butter he'd go round the house shouting "Come out ye black and tans! Come out and fight me like a man!" Referring to the black toast bits and tan butter.

We used have great craic with this. We'd purposely put them in and then hide in the bedroom next to the kitchen with the door ajar. Wisht! we say. Lah! t'is Collie! Wisht will ya!

He'd see the crumbs and slam his butter knife down and start roaring at the black and tans. In he'd come fists flying! Ah boys twas the Craic!

Other times we'd hide and if he couldn't find us he'd start screaming like a demented animal and usually end up slumped on the landing after 10 minuts against the wall panting like he was dying.