by 911 Alfie Flewitt March 18, 2022
Get the Charlie Lambmug. 'How was your night Mary?'
"My husband just came back from working in Burra, he was so exhausted only had time for a lamb job"
"My husband just came back from working in Burra, he was so exhausted only had time for a lamb job"
by Woofsbah October 8, 2022
Get the Lamb Jobmug. by haljoe June 8, 2018
Get the Roast your lambmug. Freddy: hey want some lamb and tuna fish?
Trey: hell yeah, either that or I'll just piss on my balls
Trey: hell yeah, either that or I'll just piss on my balls
by Dickeyboy394 October 3, 2022
Get the Lamb and tuna fishmug. From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, a lamb dinner is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles (some people find it enjoyable, but I cannot for the life of me understand why).
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Jacob: You should come over for dinner tonight.
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
by Volando Con El Viento April 20, 2025
Get the Lamb dinnermug. What a modern-day Mary could have called her small fuzzy ovine pet and thus been allowed to bring it to class with her despite its ordinarily being "against the rule".
I'm all for allowing children to keep cute/cuddly pets as calming/encouraging companions to help them through da day; it's just dat allowing Mary to bring her "therapy lamb" into an elementary-school classroom would cause all kinds of issues, of course, since it would be a huge distraction to all of Mary's fellow students, who would naturally all wanna pet and cuddle da silky woolly lamb all day instead of concentrating on their boring lessons.
by QuacksO May 28, 2021
Get the therapy lambmug. james ; yo you see murds new bird?
dan ; nah fam, what she look like do?
james ; the usual, blond caked with make up and only wears northy
dan ; anything different?
james ; raa she had the thickest lamb rack id ever seen fam
dan ; yo i gotta see this bird now
dan ; nah fam, what she look like do?
james ; the usual, blond caked with make up and only wears northy
dan ; anything different?
james ; raa she had the thickest lamb rack id ever seen fam
dan ; yo i gotta see this bird now
by the_sesame_bagel April 12, 2020
Get the lamb rackmug.