Becky Fox

I don’t like them either. I’ve decided my reason is the environmental devastation. It’s definitely not the texture. It’s not the texture.

I’m available for weddings, bar mitzvahs, and ruining group chats. DMs open if you need someone to explain why your guacamole is also a problem. 😉

The exotic feeling might be the carbon footprint whispering to you.

Seagull lobby has been after the foxes for years. Follow the fish and chips.

What counts for radical these days 😂💚

I need to see this on a t-shirt immediately #teamsavagegreenarmy 💚

@coldandabsurd.bsky.social they keep coming 😂

Imagine if we’d had a news alert every time a child was murdered in Gaza like we’re now getting one for every American troop? Just goes to show how differently lives are valued, depending on where you’re born. Disgusting.

Cope and cry more, lads.*

(*a highly educated female voter 😘)

I like my coddle like I like my men — nothing much to look at, nobody else understands the appeal, and my mother thinks I could do better 😉

It is incredible how often lionised leftist men, historical and contemporary, have turned out to be dangers to and/or shit about women and maddening how little it can be talked about for fear of "letting the side down"

Mate, I had to explain what a mouse mat was for today. “The balls used to get stuck” - Balls??
But then I mentioned the cord.
The cord?
Yeah, the cord. It was attached to the computer.
…attached?
Yes.
So you were tethered????
Like a goat, yes.

The data doesn’t support this fix. Most of the backlog comes from delays in getting prisoners to court, underfunded legal aid, and lack of sitting days — not defendants gaming jury elections. Restricting jury trials punishes the accused for the state’s own administrative failures.

Pink Moon was in a bloody car advert.

A person's attractiveness increases by a minimum of 53% when they have a library card.

Shoutout to whoever wrote “glocal” in the company mailout this morning — a portmanteau so cursed that my body physically rejected it. That is how my Monday is going, if you’re asking.

Happy #IWD. Specifically to those men whose grasp of object permanence sits somewhere below a cat’s. Developmentally speaking.

Not only did the US, per its own ‘intelligence,’ bomb this girls primary school, THEY BOMBED IT TWICE.

www.reutersconnect.com/item/the-pri...

Both delusional narcissists with helicopters and bleached combovers. Thankfully, Edmonds does not have the nuclear codes.

I only saw it yesterday. Apparently rat boi’s grandmother, mother and sister all danced with the New York city ballet. Say you’re not the favourite child without saying you’re not the favourite child.

Honestly thought this was going to be an article about my nemesis Edmonds.

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We want the media and politicians to recognise that there is a large number of women who are supportive of the trans+ community. We call on them to report truthfully about the sources of violence against women and to address the systems that perpetuate harm. notinourname.org.uk/petition/not...

That could be the name of our group chat.

A nap as a little treat. Yessss.

A tribute to Rik Mayall in the style of Julian Opie's "Blur: The Best Of". The four panels consist of: Top left - Rik as Rik from "The Young Ones" on a yellow background. Top right - Rik as Colin Grigson from "Bad News/More Bad News" on a blue background. Bottom Left - Rik as Flashheart from "Blackadder Goes Forth" on a green background. Bottom right - Rik as Richie from "Bottom" wearing his devil's outfit against a pink background.

A tribute to Rik Mayall in the style of Julian Opie's "Blur: The Best Of". The four panels consist of: Top left - Rik as Fred from "Drop Dead Fred" on a yellow background. Top right - Rik as Carlos from "A Fistful of Travellers' Cheques" on a blue background. Bottom Left - Rik as Gertrude Richard Rich from "Filthy Rich and Catflap" on a green background. Bottom right - Rik as Alan B'Stard from "The New Statesman" on a pink background.

A Happy People's Poet Day to all who celebrate.

I have a whole uninterrupted weekend at home. The doors are locked. I slept until 11. Two-hour bubble bath with a book. I am now on the sofa in a band t-shirt I stole from an ex in 2011. I am entering my slug era and honestly I’ve never felt better.