Minor league b3tan bloke

I worked at Jaguar/Land Rover when that film came out. I did point at Mr Incredible’s car’s dial selector for mode and thought it highly remeniscent of the LR Terrain Optimisation Switch, but then the XF came out AFTER The Incredibles with a PRND auto selector on a dial as well and I was, like, HEY!

Think I rememeber the Mr Men cookbook, a recipe for Knickerbocker Glory?

if you're frying it and 'butcher's spunk' comes out of it I won't buy it again.

Obviously I am not in a particularly sympathetic mood for all things 'rose tinted' Kids TV today.

On the other hand, BUISCUITS FOR BREAKFAST, HE DON'T GIVE A FIDDLESTICK!!

In loving tribute to ray Brooks who has just passed, I will always remember the Mr Benn where he defeated Obadiah Stane.

YouTube video by Mr. Men Little Miss Official Mr Men, Mr Tickle

People get very defensive of their childhood and clutch fiercely to their faulty recollection of how perfect things were, but you need a lot of innocence to re-watch Mr Tickle as an orange Man hangs outside of school and secretly tickles kids through the window. www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPC3...

Lt. Ilia.: Well here's your problem, aluminium wiring on copper twin that's sub-gauge for that circuit...and terminated with WIRE NUTS?? Which cowboy did this? I tell you, if I had a Maladrian dinar for every time I saw one of these blow up at the first sniff of a disruptor strike...

All I associate with Epping Forest now is gangland murders, so it's not where I think 'let's go and have some chewy sea snot for hundreds of pounds', no.

if ever there was a time for a bit of divine intervention to prove the existence of God, that would have been pretty close to max applicability and marketability.

I think once you get up to the shoulder joint you're going to have a problem.

as sufferers (the next-door-neighbour of TWO huskies and a third dog that liked to join in for fun) may I say, you think YOU'RE suffering? I didn't adopt your dogs but OH GREAT JOY I get to share in the howling that is one semi bedroom wall and a porous air brick away from the said bastard dogs.

therre was a threatening undertone in the silence that accompanied the family meal which implied the dad could break out into a post-Sunday Lunctime at t'Pub incandescent rage at the slightest infraction.

Nick the alloy wheels to sell for smack?

Bit disappointing that ‘Yellow’ by Coldplay is not the same as ‘Old Yeller’, I was hoping that someone would take Coldplay out back into the field and commit a mercy silencing with a Winchester.

The 1990s for me.
Horny me: Ooh yeah Virginia Madsen wet and stripping off nekkid!
Sympathetic me: she’s wet because soaked in someone elses’s blood and sobbing uncontrollably because she’s just witnessed a murder by the Candyman.
Horndog me: oh….bad?
Sympathetic me: YES.
Horndog me: ……….you sure?

*grunts coquettishly “oh MY you’re so STRONG….* (bats eyelashes)

So you’re saying getting up to mischief online has actually saved the local community from petty theft, shoplifting, arson, vandalism, grafitti, teenage pregnancies, gang violence, casual drug taking and nuisance gathering? Sounds like a plan that worked.

Look he was my maths master but he was also teaching cricket club that year. I forgave him.

Then the marketers for Frosties saying ‘Let’s distance ourselves from any suggestion of masturbation prevention with a tiger mascot’

Until Nizlopi. That killed that stone dead.

The pigs are really into it, they play to lose. I mean they’ve put on false eyelashes and blusher and lipstick FFS.

Aww,kids, are’t they great.

Not when you worked a season at a theme park in Cornwall during the school holidays (Easter AND Summer AND Half Terms).

*wavy lines* 30 years ago, it was, and the mental scars still run deep

Oh WE’RE all right. It’s those other cunts.

I’m conversely thinking about folks like d.quantick and j. morris who have to deal with a proportion of their thousands of followers who nevertheless think they are ‘as funny as’ and ‘contributing somehow’. Of course I include myself in this crowd.

I have some family on the Blue Place, they are not in here, or if they are we don’t acknowledge each other. If they tried to ‘add’ me I’d be like DON’T COME IN I’M CHANGING or something, basically admitting my shame but also fronting like ‘it’s all innocence and niceness, try again later (never)’

Was it special lithuanian volcano water? A GALLON of?

Until someone says loudly that they have a nut allergy and all the food on the table must be swept clean.

Greased pig wrestling.

The only recourse is to make her drive the next 7,928,050 miles in one night.