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It is true.
unless he's lying of course, and Im pretty certain he did once (about a blim)
Thekennedysnurse, who claims to have never used a tin opener or eaten anything from a tin, ever.
I'd recommend it
eating beans has never been so convenientw
and if i have it was probably when i was below the age of 6 or something but i really don't think i have
it's weird though cos i like pulses and i like the flavour of tomato so i probably do like them but i've been so used to not having them in my life that it's almost like routine.
i'm still a no-mushrooms kinda guy
love them now though.
Never to have eaten a tin of beans.
That IS interesting!
and then in the next sentence 'it wasn't even revenge'
make your mind up
but don't let that get in the way of attempting to destroy someones life. load of bollocks that.
baked beans. Legend had it he could throw a can over his house and run round and catch it all while objectifying a Sheila on the way
ROSCOE: So now that I've explained the true extent of my direct involvement in World War II espionage, howsabout you pick truth or dare Marlon.
MARLON: Science and technology!
ROSCOE: No Marlon you have to choose truth or dare, you are misunderstanding based on your previous experience with games and choices
MARLON: Higher, Brucie, higher
ROSCOE: Goodness grassy arse, Marlon... lemme explain again...
(four hours later)
MARLON: Ok I think I understand...
MARLON: I'll take the blue pill Morpheus.
ROSCOE: Hang on...
(eight hours later)
MARLON: Harvest the ADAM
(fourteen years later, with further failed attempts redacted)
THE GHOST OF E. COBHAM BREWER: As my book 'A Dictionary of Phrase and Fable' says, the game has its roots in Questions and Commands -- "A Christmas game, in which the commander bids his subjects to answer a question which is asked. If the subject refuses, or fails to satisfy the commander, he must pay a forfeit or have his face smutted." -- in this contemporary variation you may choose to answer truthfully a question, OR perform a task of yer man Roscoe's bidding. Now I must return to the AETHER woooooooo
MARLON: Oh no, you should have said. I do not want my face smutted. I PICK DARE
ROSCOE: What? Are we still -- it's been fourteen years and I haven't slept, ate, or drank, or left this room in that time. So many people have died, Marlon, so many people...
MARLON: COME ON I SAID DARE ITS NOT FAIR YOU GOT TO PLAY A DECADE AND A HALF AGO
ROSCOE: Alright (looks around) eat some... bak'ed beans.
MARLON: Ooh I've never eaten bak'ed beans before
ROSCOE: WHY MARLON!?!?! You must! Bak'ed beans are a majesty to behold, part of our cultural heritage! Oh do! Sup of the sweet tinned nectar
MARLON: I shan't have nectar but I shall try these beans for the first time
ROSCOE: Oh do! You shall naught be disappointer
MARLON: (eats a single bean)
MARLON: oh what a world of flavour, but O! HOW A FOOL I FEEL this is not a world, this is not flavour, this is some sublime thing where such grounded concepts mean nothing anymore where we have transcended the need for language the need for society the need for individuality where all needed is but existence, but an ethereal existence in which the collective sublime ghost of all that lives and all that feels and all that exists and all that lived, felt, existed! in an eternal cycle, never ending, never even meeting itself at the other end, just in beautiful and perpetual motion around nature, around the bean... around this earthly ambrosia, the bridge that connects the physical world to the world of the imagination, that sublime world of gods and myths and impossible dreams and unknowable concepts... ... ... and here, in this single moment -- immeasurable in our pitiable units of time and space -- is where the two worlds meet and create this thing beyond humanity, beyond world, beyond universe, beyond multiverse, beyond all things and yet beyond nothing... yet a part of all things! O WHAT WONDER THIS IS
ROSCOE: I like to put them on toast
And America to an extent, and I think somewhere random like Finland. I doubt you get many Italian kids eating crappy Heinz beans. I may be wrong.