Timmy Mallett. With his mallet. Obviously.
Put some respect on Timmy Mallett's name
Timmy Mallett. With his mallet. Obviously.
Put some respect on Timmy Mallett's name
Putting the kids to bed but just managed to watch the last ten minutes...
I mean I've been following you for a long time and it's not exactly out of character...
Good lord
YOU WOULDN'T HYPNO A BOOB
Drop something brown 🤎
Leave it Col
Straight of Hormuz, with Buddha imposed, text: The realization that the lack of oil isn't causing your suffering, but the desire for oil itself, on your path to enlightenment.
Possible solution to the Strait of Hormuz?
Bah. Fingers crossed for a better 2nd half 🇮🇹
bsky.app/profile/dwig...
Our national dish is the Chicken Tarka. Like a Chicken Tikka but it's just a little 'otter.
Our national dish is the Chicken Tarka. Like a Chicken Tikka but it's just a little 'otter.
It looks as if she's been hurled against that wall and slowly slid down it, leaving a stain.
Knowledge of good and evil, ta
Me in my meeting with HR this morning
Somebody tell @oldenoughtosay.com that she *absolutely does not* need to apply her garlic clove / bulb multiplication formula in this case.
-You finish that air freshener advert?
-Sure did boss real fuckin junglist just like you asked
-What?
The delicate aroma of warehouse parties. Pleasing scent of body odour and weed.
Can this be a solution?
Glitter bomb booby trap in that hatch, obviously.
TIL that we have a national baseball team. Stuffed full of second rate Americans of course, but then our national cricket team is stuffed full of second rate South Africans so it's keeping up a noble tradition.
Heh. I love the legal tender argument. Annoyingly I think too many people are on to it these days which ruins my mansplaining opportunities.
It's a play within a play so I guess it's also related to The Producers / Springtime For Hitler.
Golding out for a gyros
LMFAO SOMEONE MADE IT A REAL THING
sweepthestrait.com
OK I've ditched spotify. Where's a good place to stock up on CDs? I've got about 20 years worth of music I'd like to obtain in physical form...
Happy news in trying times
Very gravitas. Much concern. 209 women.
My children have covered me in shaving foam. And I mean covered.
Solidarity
Old Tom Bombadil was a merry fellow; bright blue his jacket was and his boots were yellow, green were his girdle and his breeches all of leather; he wore in his tall hat a swan-wing feather. He lived up under Hill, where the Withywindle ran from a grassy well down into the dingle. [Image: Rob Madge as the emcee wearing a maroon leather corset / skirt thing with a crocheted top half, maybe a body suit or something with dungaree type clasps, idk, maroon bow, green pointed party hat, leather gloves, ginger hair and stage makeup. He is sassy as fuck and *exactly* how I imagine Tom Bombadil to be]
Tell me I'm wrong...