I see. Not really my cup of tea, to be honest. Probably a big shot in LA due to his hammed up cockernee, burps and giggles included. Now. I must dash. Extra black olives don’t garnish goat’s cheese and spinach […]

Anyway, goodnight all. I’m off to do a bespoke pizza and watch/try something called Vikings on Amazon Prime. If not, a Nick Cage film, or something called Lost Gods with Ian McShane, who’s always excellent.

Absolutely agree. Nothing to do with wish washing either. Too late, unless one employs occult or/and karmic cosmic receipt redeemings.

Jon was funny ditatched cool, Rick was crass, and who is Jonesy?

That collective view thing descends into moral Hell, either way. Good luck.

Indeed.

Why are peaceful Liberals just to beastly, given half the chance.

All is Jazz. Think about it. The soundtrack of the 8th day when shit got busy.

Load of tabloid fodder divergent ruskie bollocks.

This Alien would breathe Jazz.

Nothing like freaked out lefties and conservatives 😉
Kali Yuga.

He’s ok enough when you get behind as within us all. Shared a dream toke. A jolly wheeze punt.

Linking up makes me cringe. I need to see the application forms, at least.

Studied warbling until the games was up and then prancing abouting pontifications until the world changed and someone skooped up the biz. Nice work on the tailcoats of prat, though. Exquisite buffoonery. God bless […]

The Retreating Army Post Ravenger Demented Grief Cast – Make It 80s

I’ll be on it. Just need to find my email password or set a new one. Something to do with a security question that I can’t quite remember.

The 7th Avatar Sri Emperor Moon Weasel, he of the Sacred Rhododendron Bush of Worplesdon, dropped the body today and rose through the groovy firmament in a fiery rickshaw, blazing like a million larva lamps that […]

I think you mean ‘woad’ which was a plant extract dye favoured by The Picts as a body paint, centuries before either, but as it was also later used as a clothing dye, I’ll give you C minus, Lion.

I believe it’s some sort of personal service involving noodles and knitting needles.

I’m sure your mum is fantastic, and I can deduce that merely by the fact that she named you ip33 rather than, say, Carlton, or Ben. There’s a deluge of Bens these days, boisterously expressing themselves in the […]