December 4, 2007
Sometimes, you just know - and, horribly, have to accept - you missed the boat.
Good luck to those who swim faster.
Because he can
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December 4, 2007
Sometimes, you just know - and, horribly, have to accept - you missed the boat.
Good luck to those who swim faster.
December 4, 2007
...I want all five of you to piss right back off to where you came from.
Stick that in your zig-a-zig-aaa and smoke it.
December 4, 2007
I'm going for some pre-birthday lunchtime lumpy stuff today with the parentals, but in the spirit of interactivity and all things portal-web, I've decided to let YOU, THE VIEWERS AT HOME, decide what I have to eat.
You can either:
1) Text LUMPYSTUFF followed by your menu selection to a mobile number you may or may not have for me
2) Etch it to the inside of a poached hamster's skin and send it through Royal Mail*
3) Sit, silent, in a teepee for three days contemplating the wizardry of the stars before sending a series of signals using cactus smoke.
4) Or go here to select from the menu.
* Only one hamster was injured in the making of this post.
December 4, 2007
Masseter, noun
Muscle raising lower jaw
"And so to the last question in tonight's quiz," squawked Nipper down the pub microphone, with not a little feedback. "That wobbly gurning tic in Gordon Broooon's five o-clock shadowed jaw - how fucking mind-blogglingly irritating is it on a scale of one to ten?"
"TEN!" cried the crowd.
"I'll get them in!" cried Zeds. "Trebles and prudence all round! But only for the many billionaire sponsors of New Labour, not the few million voters!"
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