The British call them crisps.
The Americans call them chips.
But i will always prefer the Norwegian one, potetgull, which directly translates to potato gold.
It had been 3 weeks (yes I know, people go longer blahblah) since I’d seen his gorgeous face and there was a knock on my front door at 19:00, and who’s there? HIM! I think the smiles say it all.
I want one of those marriages where they’ve been married 20 years but are still crazy in love and still cuddle on the couch and kiss a lot. I want those kind of marriages that make my kids nauseous because how in love their parents are.
i like being complimented on my eyebrows and on my oral sex techniques
A Rifleman from 3 Battalion, The Rifle Regiment (3 RIFLES) following the return of the Battalion after a 6 month tour in Afghanistan.
Photograph By Mark Owens / © Crown copyright