Yep the Vodkasti mkII, so powerful that all that is needed is a single litre to cause monumental damage.
Nothing to see here: just Bear Grylls seasoning his din-dins…
It appears the i went full Grauniad, although it seems a small injection of MWS may well be enough to bounce her back to that London…
Totnes nuff said
Fuck sake.
The rules are simple enough. Live in Londonshire and be regularly shagged, but poor and stressed, or move to the arse end of nowhere and be limited to young farmers, hunt saboteurs and randoms who knit their own muesli.
Some people want the moon on a stick.
You finally hit the funny bone
Nicking that.
IIRC, the late, great Alan Coren (Vicky’s dad) coined the phrase
I thought it was “grow your own muesli & knit your own yoghurt” but I’m probably mistaken.
Being pedantic about poorly-paraphrased insults is a worrying sign.
Just saying…
Tragic on several levels.
But I larfed.
Shit, stealing from the dead is a new low point, even for me.
Don’t mess with your sister
There are some sad fuck parents around, please tell me this is AI at work.
Looks like it to me.
How the fuck did this happen?
If you’re struggling to know what to do tomorrow,get to your local pond/river,and try these moves