Mumsnet is what my cousin calls "what happens when mummy forgets to buy AAs and tanks herself up on Lidl prosecco".
Oooh, my family used to love trolling the oldies on Telegraph Blogs. My cousin created a whole alternative persona for herself on there. She was Glenda, a retired burlesque stripper who lived in Omskirk with her three cats and teenage lover.
Diane Troi at the wheel again? (That's what my aunt calls her, shush)
I'd forgotten that baldy pervert in the Capitol existed for a hot moment there.
Great job by Ruben (@rubenbolling.bsky.social).
And when I say "the Palestinians deserve a place to live" - I mean "in fucking Palestine", you muppets. It is their homeland. It is where they have lived for generations. They have suffered *enough*. They have been put through enough pain and suffering.
Enough.
Those poor, weak, fat, supplicant Yankistanis, signing their brats up to the military grinder yet again,sending their children off to fight their President's war to "liberate" Gaza. How many of them are they willing to sacrifice? Ten? Twenty? Thirty thousand?
I hope your eggs choke you.
You know, I can't help but smirk as I watch Trump strut about bleating about creating a Riviera in Gaza. Oh, I'm not smirking at the Palestinians - those people deserve a safe place to live, to thrive, to raise their children, to build their future. No, I'm smirking at the idea of the Yankistanis.
The whole film was a massive "fuck you" to the Iraq War that was still going on at the time. The imagery - oh my god, the imagery - was ripped straight from the headlines. The book was politely grim but the film literally said "you're going here whether you like it or not".
I adore this film.
Remember: #BuyCanadian wherever you can. Fuck Yankistan.
What we *really* need - to drive home the idea that Yankistan is in the shit - is for a massive disaster to hit "the Heartland", aka Flyoverstan, aka The Mid-West.
Say...how about Dust Bowl v2?
You know, Just Eat just started doing home groceries deliveries in my area and I have to say it's nice being able to order in a nice salad or a massive chocolate cake from my local supermarket than get a stinkingly massive manky doner kebab from a takeaway, you know?
Self care tip: don’t forget to occasionally take a break from nobly celebrating the successes of others to briefly revel in their failures too
You need to get a picture of the rampway in there. It has coils of concrete poo stuck to the walls!!!!
Sparky: "I don't like Dirty Dancing."
Me: "Oh?"
Sparky: "Yeah, it's just a shite film about some posh wee cunt learning to cha-cha and fucking the hired help at the posh Butlins. Load of shite."
Me: "Uh huh."
Sparky: "I'd have put her in a fucking convent, fuck the corner!"
Wossit'bout? And will your cover picture be a more recent one and not that 1998 Twink picture that's been circulating?
Sparky has swept into my room, scooped up the cat and carried him off to go be whisked away to the cat groomer. The cat's vocalisations are titled "Variations on the Theme of Outrage plus Yodelling".
It's not even coming up as a listed building. It *should* be listed for the uniqueness of the facade alone.
To the people who want that sort of stuff: kindly go light a Yankee Candle and ram it up your hole (you can choose which one).
So I discovered something recently about writing as a Scotsman. People aren't "interested" if you're a Scottish guy writing about things going on in a city that's *not* Edinburgh, that *doesn't* have "cozy cafes" and "winsome heroes". Oh, and you're not allowed to *not* *not* give them a "Brogue".
The big yin on the left is described as a "confection". Too bloody right it's a confection - it's *deliciously* OTT.
He's an Afrikaaner. Racism comes as easily to that breed as breathing does to decent human beings. His entire empire is built on blood emeralds and human misery. This has been known about that schmear for at least 20 years. Haven't you ever looked into his past?
Devastating for @dignut.bsky.social (but not as bad as that time he realised that his hair was definitely not coming back)
So Poetry should wear thick white stockings, a velvet dress and have an Alice band, is that what Alison is saying?
I'm sure we can forcibly relocate the student scum into that area. They'll knock up a few "luxury much-needed high-quality student accommodation" blocks pronto. Get the chains out - we're going whipping!
Just sent a message to my mate Elaine down in London to ask for her mother's black cake recipe. The last time I asked for it, her mother actually phoned me to laugh down the line at me, heh. I'm planning on offering her my whisky-sour cake recipe as a trade...
And *that*, dear readers, is why you stop doing coke at 20.
