If I had to (in extremis, threatened by zombies armed with howitzers with a shark strapped to the shells) it would be marmite on toast. The toast snatched from the toaster at the EXACT second of toastiness, scraped with marmite and THEN buttered like you would butter your backside when Big Bubba was about to arrive at the 9pm shower date he arranged with you in San Quentin at shiv point,
I will also entertain baked beans with chopped up hotdogs and a generous squirt of HP sauce. On toast.
Yours?
I will also entertain baked beans with chopped up hotdogs and a generous squirt of HP sauce. On toast.
Yours?