Joey Shabadoo
My pronouns are "He", "Him" and "buggerlugs"
I shared a flat with 3 Ghanains in London once. They prepared a stew that they slow cooked over a number of days. The smell filled the building, setting your mouth watering as soon as you opened the door. We finally sat down to dine with great ceremony and lots of assurances that 'tonight Joey, you will eat like an African king!".
It was piggin' awful. We all got food poisoning. They explained "Ah you see Joey, in Ghana the women cook, not us."
It was piggin' awful. We all got food poisoning. They explained "Ah you see Joey, in Ghana the women cook, not us."